It seemed he had to be more cautious now.
The man countered swiftly, his combat experience seemingly beyond Sylas' own.
A solid fist connected with Sylas' liver and he felt his body almost shut down completely.
He coughed, his legs wobbling.
Without Aether, it could only be a brutish brawl, but that was precisely why Sylas thought he stood a good chance. Unfortunately, he was still a layman in combat.
Sylas caught the glint of a dagger out of the corner of his eye and Professor Fembroise's screech only doubly confirmed it.
Disoriented, and left without a choice, Sylas could only pull at one of the laptops off to the side with his telekinesis.
Fueled with his Madness, his telekinesis could exhibit 121 Strength.
The man was caught off guard once again. The laptop slammed into the side of his wrist squarely and a sickening crack resounded. With his poor Constitution, the man had no ability to hold up against such a blow.
