With the battle ending, the Grandmasters found a place to sit, their seemingly impenetrable gaits nowhere to be seen.
Deneris' armor had rusted in a few places, its black sheen now brown.
Reminiscing about the fight, he wiped imaginary sweat off his face.
Mervida had withering affinity, a variant affinity of the element of nature.
With it, Deneris was kept on his toes through the whole battle.
Of course, he didn't go easy on her either, but she had the advantage by attacking the same places on his armor, each strike increasing the rust.
'If only I could get better metal…'
The thing was, his armor was made by combining metals from the top thirty.
Finding even better metals would be a daunting task.
With a sigh, his brain went to work.
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Getrahan had his chests heaving, yet his face held beads of sweat and a wide grin.
His grip tightened on his double hammer staff.
Opponents capable of causing him to overexert himself weren't many.
