'My Stats haven't done a thing but increase since the beginning yet-'
The deadly Spear's tip grazed Mark's cheek.
'I can barely match his speed.'
He was forced to jump back.
'Or, more likely, he's matching mine.'
Zephyr took a step forward.
Clank, Clank; his Armor shouted as it touched the ground.
'Tsk.'
Annoying.
Mark found the situation incredibly annoying.
He thought about many things, including Nia's last words to him.
He tried finding a clue, about what this "Test" entailed exactly.
But his adversary found no reason to give him the time necessary to do so.
Zephyr leaped forward.
And Mark felt he had no choice but to leap forward in response.
Each one's speed was more or less the same as the other's.
Despite the Berserker Skill actively increasing Mark's Stats each time his Health points took a big hit, Zephyr matched his speed.
