Foul Kill. As the name suggests, it kills Tipt's opponent…. But that kill is a foul. Not legal.
Darell kept staring at Devon as he was slowly getting up from the ground.
"Good one, brother. I can not believe you can still get up after that. Guess you are not as powerful as I thought." Darell frowned again.
Devon coughed a blob of blood on the ground. He coughed a few more times before lifting his head and taking a look at the Tipt. Not surprising anymore, the Tipt was already off the ground and out of Devon's sight.
'What the heck was that?' he coughed, 'How did my own attack backfire on me? And did nothing to the Tipt?' Devon had multiple questions in his head, but no one to answer.
'Still… that Tipt is very smart too.' Darell thought, 'I should own a Tipt, I should invest a little in it.' Darell muttered.
