"Your subordinate really hyped you up, I had my hopes up for nothing."
"All you have is Mana and that mouth of yours, flapping your gums when you can barely even react to my speed."
Thud...
Berkah threw the Dark Elf King's arm back to its owner who looked at it with absolute shock written all over his face.
Sizzle...
The Dark Elf King's blood sizzled atop Berkah's lighting sabre, the dried remains being blown off by the wind like ash.
[How can one so young have such impressive physical prowess?]
[No, what's more impressive is his instinct and reaction speed...]
[That's not something he should possess at his age...]
[It's as if he was born and raised on a battle field for hundreds of years.]
He mused, leaning over to pick up his right arm, or rather, his sword which was still in his dismembered arm's grip.
