Ethan sat huddled in a corner, blood oozing from the side of his mouth and his nose. He felt like crying as the event that had led to his failure played over and over in his head. How could he be so stupid? Hermes had only said to survive and attack if only he could, for fifteen minutes. Such a simple instruction. Survive for fifteen minutes. Yet, he had failed.
The second part of the assessment had begun just like the first one. Ethan had quickly gone on the offensive because, like some people, he believed the best defense, was offense. This idea had been debunked though by the seasoned fighter who twisted, dodged, and parried Ethan's assault from touching him.
Mr.Twist had not limited himself to just defending though. He had started attacking Ethan as well the moment he saw an opening and Ethan had been the one who had been forced to go on the defense as Mr.Twist started showing his superior skills.
