*𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨* *𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨* *𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨*
Sounds of weapons clashing echoed the battlefield. Nearby kobolds and goblins that came rushing when they heard sounds of war, were immediately killed in the aftermath. The stench of the multifarious corpses whose blood was now bubbling was strong enough to kill some of the weaker species.
'He's not bad,' Night thought as he sidestepped, the blade passing mere inches away. The man then jumped back and threw the fireball that he summoned, instantly blowing up the place where Night stood.
"Arcane Knight's sure are a pain in the ass," Night muttered as he looked at the patch of melted snow. Monsters constantly swarmed them, thanks to the mana waves and the sound of battle, as well as the strong smell the corpses emitted. Both Night and the man were gaining points at an absurd rate.
"What do I call you?" Night asked suddenly.
"Huh? what? are you giving up?" The man asked with a smug expression.
