Clack! Clack! Clack!
A pebble falls down the crater I am in and stops beside my right foot. I look up at the surface which is 150 feet above me.
Stab!
Someone plants his sword into the ground, attracting my attention. I turn to that person and watch silently as he coughs out a mouthful of blood while looking at me in rage.
Alivert Storm, the legendary Swordmaster that everyone fears, looks no different from dying cannon fodder. We have been fighting for the past half an hour, which I have to say is the most exhilarating thirty minutes I have ever had in my life.
Alivert was stronger than me; it took me seven Power-ups before I could properly trade blows with him. That being said, though, he is not as exceptional as I expected. He dealt a lot of blows to me but none of them rendered me immobile. The injuries looked horrid but they barely held me back.
