Michael prepared himself for the fight as it was now officially going to start.
He was obviously not as strong as Thrym, nowhere near in fact, he just hoped that when he said he wouldn't be holding back, he actually would, and a lot, preferably.
'How strong is he?' He asked the system and prepared his shields.
He looks like a newly appointed king, so around Tier 10 is fair? Might be stronger for all I know, it's hard to determine when you are so weak.
'What's me being weak have anything to do with this?'
I use your general stats for perception, if you get stronger, I get stronger.
'Well, shit' Michael cussed under his breath and watched as Thrym began walking towards him slowly.
But although it might have looked like it was slow, the steps felt hollow, as if he was both there and not there at the same time.
