"Hahaha, you see that?" The commander laughed, masking the flicker of surprise at Asher's unexpected strike. His rough voice was filled with disdain as he sneered, "Your flimsy attack can't harm me."
Asher narrowed his eyes, his face set in determination. "Well, it would have… if you hadn't used that annoying skill," he retorted, his tone laced with frustration.
The commander grinned, his expression darkening as he loomed over Asher. "When I'm done with you, there'll be nothing left. Don't worry, I'll find the ones you care about and send them your way."
"Trying to taunt me?" Asher shot back, his voice steady. But inside, he felt the toll of his previous move; his MP was nearly drained and he used a lot of Aura, leaving him barely hanging on. 'For a skill that uses so much MP, it sure doesn't last long: just three seconds,' he thought, frustration gnawing at him.
