Pah!
It was a swift backhand slap with his left.
Westin's head was slapped to the side, turning his gaze back to Ezra.
'Hmm?' Ezra was amazed. Westin could definitely feel the difference in rank yet he was still glaring.
"It seems you didn't get the lesson"
He then remembered. "Oh yes, and I accept your challenge"
Westin's crest shone, and from it, a transparent dome isolated them.
Immediately after…Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!
Five slaps landed back to back, so fast the rest could barely
Ptui!
Westin spat blood, but his eyes had grown even fiercer.
Ezra felt annoyed. 'I can't kill him'
He didn't want draw any stupid attention.
'But this boy doesn't seem to want to quit'
The worst thing one could do was to leave an enemy half dead.
The enemies would stand up and then come back, several times more annoying than before.
He learnt this a long time ago.
But in the case where he couldn't put him down for good… 'I'll break that fighting spirit of his'
