Cain had a strange feeling in his chest...
Logic told him it was coming from his punctured lung, but something in his head told him otherwise...
'Is this what battle truly is?!'
Cain's body was being torn apart at the same rate at which he was tearing the {Chaos Orc's} body apart as well. There was no time to use any techniques. The {Scale of the Abyssal Flame} was no longer in his hands. He was forced to fight with the {Choas Orc} using his bare feet and fists.
The more the fight drew out, the more brutal the beating Cain received. At first, he had been able to go toe to toe with the {Chaos Orc}. However, it was as though the creature became stronger with every blow it landed and received.
It became faster, stronger, and more keen. Its movements became sharper, and the flow of Aether within and without its body became increasingly violent until it was like he was being overwhelmed by a storm.
