Ten Minutes Ago:
Rebus wiped his sweat and unsheathed his sword. "Five out of seven is mine. Again/" he said to the opponent standing in front of him. It was the little boy that was always following behind Erudite, named Sylas.
"Yeah, come on," Sylas shouted and charged at him with his sword raise above his head. His long stubby sword came down on him at a high speed.
But for an ancient Devil, this little boy's moments were too predictable. He dodged his attachment and with his sword hilt he slammed his exposed armpit.
"AHH Zhong did you have to hit me so hard," Sylas whined, massaging his shoulders.
"You are exposing your weak points too much," Rebus said. "Don't lift your sword above your head, it will expose your ribs and weak armpits. Keep your sword to your shoulder level and charge," he advised.
As per his instructions, he lowered his sword to the shoulder level and charged at him again. This time the Rebus sidestepped and knocked his hilt at his exposed neck.
