Unlike before, Yvann actually felt the pain when his imposter kept on attacking him. He had the advantage of being able to bend the magnetic force that surrounded him to his will.
If it had been possible for him to bleed, his face would be dripping with blood right now. He knew it was a losing game for him. But even then, he had no plans to give up and was willing to fight until his last breath.
The best he could do was not to die.
"Aren't you tired of having to dodge my attacks, Yvann? Where's your fighting spirit? Is it dying with you now?"
He laughed once more, mocking his pain. Yvann seethed with rage. How could he win when he can't even come close to him? No matter how many times he will try to get back on his feet, Slayer was always one step ahead of him.
To make matters worst, he had nothing to grasp. There was nothing he could grab to have an advantage.
