I punched the Enigma in the face and jumped back, avoiding a leg sweep. Although barely.
'Ha…'
My body was littered with wounds, but so was the Enigma. This fight had been going on for about half an hour, and with each second passing, both of us would strike each other with devastating blows that would easily shatter a boulder like it was glass.
Blood trickled down my nose and entered my mouth.
The metallic, mana-rich blood of mine tasted weird…I hated it.
It was so repulsive, that I wanted to puke. But I held back.
I swallowed the vomit that climbed up my throat and looked at the Enigma with a wary gaze.
Just like me, it was also severely wounded, maybe even more injured than me.
And that was good.
"What's wrong?"
I spoke, taunting it.
It had spouted the bullshit of making me afraid for so long but now?
It was silent, silent as the sound of a man waiting to die.
