"Afraid of losing that much?"
A soft voice echoed in his ears.
CLANK!CLANK!CLANK!
A familiar chime rang.
Pulling his arm, the rattling sound stopped and a metallic ring echoed in the air.
Swish!
The tip pointed at him blurred before his eyes, turning into countless overlapped images stabbing his chest multiple times all over his body.
"As you see, no matter how hard you try, you are destined to lose. Some opponents can't be beaten no matter the effort."
"Kyakkkk"
Letting out an agonising groan, Lucas rolled down the floor unable to breathe properly due to the suffocation.
He wanted to deny his words but deep within he knew, he can't beat him now.
'Damn! If I give up on fair play, do you think you can be smug then? At least, I will not lose miserably.'
''This is not the end. I can go on."
The sword, which could be lifted easily, felt heavy for some reason but he did not give in.
