Soren could barely stand, his wounds oozing with blood. Adam's last attack had nearly sliced him in two. His right arm lay on the ground, severed from his body along with his leg.
"What just happened?" Soren seethed, his anger boiling over. He couldn't believe that a mere child had done this to him. He, who had finally achieved his dream of becoming a Meister. He had worked so hard to reach this point, only to be bested by a mere child. He turned to Varg, dreading his disappointment.
But to his surprise, Varg was ecstatic. "AHAHA AHAHA! What a great fight! This kid is amazing!" Varg exclaimed, a glint in his eye.
Betros chimed in. "What did he learn? Swordsmanship?" he asked Varg, who was considered the most knowledgeable in that area.
