Max returned to the make-shift Hut made by Angakok covered in cuts and bruises from head to toe as he looked like a homeless beggar having undergone a ruthless street fight rather than a dignified lord of a territory.
Angakok spared a glance at him and then outside the tent as he said " Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy, you rely on your skill-set too much and not enough on your basic stats.
The skills are just supplementary, the most important part of a fighters skill-set is his basic abilities.
You should be able to kill a flame lion with nothing but your bare hands if the situation demands it.
And you are a primordial vampire for my sake boy, you have absolute control over your own blood flow, stop bleeding like a girl on periods"
