Brax sidestepped as Tony's rubber stiletto barely missed him. He circled around the man, lowered his stance and shifted forward, thrusting his own weapon towards the instructor.
*Whap* *Bang*
Tony slapped Brax's wrist away with tremendous force and delivered a knee to his gut before the stiletto came into contact with the side of his neck.
Brax crumpled to the ground with the wind knocked out of him.
"Good, you are improving faster than I thought you would." Tony said, offering his hand to help Brax up.
"Ugh." He groaned while getting back to his feet.
"You are here every day; have you been practicing even more?"
"Yeah, the past two weeks in game I have been undergoing a trial. From the moment I log in till the moment I log off, I am in constant battle, forced to press forward. I only have so much mana, the rest of the time I have to rely on my knife skills."
