The first skirmish ended with Gisle flying aside, disappearing among the massive trees and forest thicket. However, Wain was the one who received the first wound, and though it was only a scratch, it showed that Gisle had potential.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
After a while, Gisle emerged from the woods, kicking off the dust and a few leaves that had fallen on him.
"Damn, that was stronger than I expected. Usually, the wind is great for reducing enemy speed as well as damage, but even so, it was damned dangerous." Gisle said calmly as a slight smile appeared on his face. He immediately noticed the scratch on Wain's face and Gisle knew it was a real success.
"Why aren't you regenerating?" Gisle asked in confusion since Wain could heal such a simple wound in a second.
