Running was something Boris was used to. Even so —
'Fuck, I feel like I am back in the army and the battlefield.'
Boris swore as he felt a spear brush past him and explode not far away.
His opponent was toying with him. He knew that he could see this. At the speed at which those things moved, avoiding for so long should have been impossible and yet here he was.
He wasn't arrogant enough to believe everything was the result of his skills;
[15:23]
'What a shitty situation; Sigh~'
"Are you not running anymore?"
He turned around to see Prince, walking quietly toward him. There was no more spear above him but Boris understood that this was only temporary.
Meanwhile, the entire place was in shambles and one had the impression that a building company had started working here.
"I was quite fond of my house you know?"
"What is the use of a house when you are about to die?"
