"Kuhak!"
Coughing out a mouthful of blood, Elrohir clutched his chest in pain before glaring at Eliseus in hatred. More than half an hour had passed since they began their fight, but he still hadn't landed a single attack on her.
After surviving the meteor that she had presented him, he found the fight getting harder and harder. She still seemed she was playing with him, however, which made it more irritating.
"Do you still remember about your cheeky remark at the beginning, whelp?" Eliseus sneered.
"… I haven't said anything that contradicts the reality," Elrohir replied with a frown. "I am formidable, and so are you … You are just better."
Scoffing lightly, Eliseus kicked the ground and dashed at Elrohir. Gritting his teeth to endure the pain from his ruined innards, he raised his mace high and then swung it down powerfully.
Boom!
