Brave fights happened all around the interior walls of Fargo. At this time, the battle of the Mauin duo and Sen, one of Fargo's right-hand men, was at its peak.
"Little low-lives," Sen mumbled as he waved his sword that was riddled with flames—a technique he had mastered in this fight. With a couple of controlled slashes, he soon successfully hit Mauru's leg.
The man gasped in pain. Their equipment had long been compromised, and even more so now that more Elementalist attacks came their way.
It had to be said that even if Sen was a few levels lower than even one of them, his experience, natural bloodlust, decisiveness, and elemental abilities evened out the field. Rather, the only reason both of them were still standing was because of the defense equipment the territory gave them.
