บท 556: Signature Spell

"Ahhhhh!" Pale scrambled back towards Maximus with an acceptably loud warcry. 

Tycondrius gave him full marks for the effort. 

The boy used a variety of attacks-- all with a pathetic face. He even hopped backward, utilizing his ⌈Misty Step⌋ movement skill, trying to be clever. 

The point of his spear sparked against Maximus' shield, "I have something to prove too!" 

Keeping calm, Maximus countered with a flurry of stabs, "I doubt your Tactician gives a shite about you, boy."

...That was a rather unfair assumption. 

"Well, besides that," Pale bit his lip. "I have to win to make my dad proud!"

"Then you'll have to do better than THAT!" 

Exhaling loudly, Maximus slammed his shield into Pale's abdomen. 

"Hrk," The boy staggered back from the shock-- his armor was made of Arcanite, so the impact should have been greatly diminished.