The full moon rose in all its beauty between the heavy clouds in the Klento sky, illuminating the camp courtyard completely.
Below Gorak, a sturdy shadow was cast, and he said to Victor:
"You are very agile. You managed to dodge my first blow."
"And you are very strong."
"DHAHA! Of course, I'm a Gorak!"
Victor then adjusted the grip of the sword in his hands, feeling the heat flow through his muscles, a sign of the adrenaline flowing like a river through his veins.
Against Gorak, brute force would do absolutely nothing; Victor would have to use his mind against him.
Soon, Gorak advanced again, this time with more speed, swinging the hammer from side to side in a devastating arc.
Victor jumped back, feeling the air cut by the force of the hammer, and saw the sparks fly again as the hammer struck the stone floor.
