Astaroth rapidly scanned his opponent, trying to get a good gauge of who he was up against.
Clide Bergar / Adventuring Instructor
Level: 62
Grade: Elite
Race: Human
Class: Battle Master
HP: 231'450/231'450
When Astaroth saw the amount of HP the man had, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
'So tough.'
That was the moment Clide dashed at him, sending his fist forward on a collision course to Astaroth's face. Astaroth barely had enough time to duck out of the way, but wasn't out of the woods.
A knee was rapidly rising toward his stomach, and he wouldn't have time to jump back. He did the only other thing he could, bringing his arms up in a cross in front of his midsection.
The knee hit his arms like a runaway train, sending him sliding back many meters, with the front arm broken from the strength of the blow.
'Shit!' Astaroth cursed in his mind.
