Wrik met the spear of the man with his sword as they made a sound in their clash. The physical strength of the giant man reminded Wrik of the ghoul they had to deal with in the trial. He did not lose any bit in the physical strength of the ghoul, might even be far better with the mana armament in play.
Wrik and the giant man met with their weapons dozens of times. None of them gained the upper hand.
"Arjhamith Adam De'Bourge," the giant man said, taking a few steps backwards.
Wrik guessed it was that giant's name as the man remained standing, waiting for him to do the same. But Wrik was already messed up state. The fever went into his head as he yelled, "Your bane," his legs moved towards the giant man. "You dirty, ugly ogre."
Wrik swung his sword manically. He needed to finish it as soon as possible, as he did not know when he would fall from over-exhaustion and the fever.
