CLANNNG CLANNNG CLANNNG
I am dancing with my sword to defend against the powerful attack of ice lances, filled with the might of sending me off this word.
It is extremely dangerous, but I am live. As for how long, I don't know?
The attack should have been over within eight and a half seconds, but it had been twenty-two seconds since I had been defending against it.
The bastard isn't willing to let me go; it is materializing more and more lances, trying to kill me.
I have already dodged over two thousand of them and that's to my core, I was not hit by even a single one. Though it could change immediately, with the slightest mistake on my part.
I bob my head down by an inch before raising it, one and a half seconds later, dodging twelve lances.
They were close, four of them were less than a centimeter away from touching me.
