Boom! Boom!
He kept whipping his mace with such ease, destroying anything in his path.
The arena's hard material that was bragged about by the organization was getting cracked and fractured, each time Noah missed his target.
Whoosh!
Terrified by the sound of the wind produced by the mace, the Lauder before Noah, pulled back his head, narrowly dodging the strike by a hair strand.
Boom!
His heart almost leaped out of his chest as he heard the loud sound of the mace smashing behind him.
He knew that one hit by Noah's mace was going to send him straight to the hospital. Thus, he didn't dare to go on offense but merely focus on defending and evading. His teammate though was a bit bolder, fishing some claws attacks every slight opening he saw.
However, with Olivia as Noah's healer, it was impossible to let him enjoy such a strong boost from his masochistic passive for too long.