Beat up and battered but not ready to give up. This boy either has the will of a warrior or the idiocy of a clown. It is not too fun to see him being beaten like that.
"Sigh, did I make the wrong decision in choosing him as my successor?" I said sipping some wine from my glass. It doesn't taste like the ones I have had when my body was still alive but given its substance, texture, smell, and even the taste is all conjured from memory, I wouldn't expect anything more than that. "A mere copy can never surpass the original. Oh well."
I saw Dominic's blade move towards his neck and the boy jumped back dodging it. His breath was getting uneven again and he was letting his fears slowly take over. Though the resolve of a soldier he still had the heart of a child.
