Inside the dimly lit tent, the man's voice echoed with raw intensity. His face was contorted with anger, veins bulging on his neck as he shouted. The fabric walls of the tent trembled with each outburst, amplifying his rage. His fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes blazed with fury. The air inside the tent felt thick and charged, every word he yelled hanging heavily in the confined space.
The two looked at each other. The lady moved with blinding speed. In one fluid motion, she pivoted on her supporting leg, her body twisting with perfect precision. Her other leg swung up and around in a powerful arc, the leather of her outfit gleaming under the light. The round axe kick cut through the air with a sharp, decisive force, her heel aimed with deadly accuracy.
Robert had no time to react, the heavy blow raised him above the ground. Skirting on the flow he used formed a dagger made of shadow and used it as an anchor. getting back on his feet he wore the white cloth to conceal his identity "i have already seen your face kiddo" she said grabbing the whip from her back, "just like the others" Robert told the lady.
With a swift, practiced motion, she unfurled the whip, the leather coiling and snapping as it extended. Her grip was firm, and her stance balanced, exuding confidence and control. With a flick of the wrist, the whip cracked through the air, the sound sharp and commanding. Each movement was precise, the whip responding to their every command with fluid grace.
The whip cracked through the air with a sharp, menacing sound. It struck across Robert's face with a swift, brutal force, leaving a thin, red line it was to fast for him to see. Robert's winced slightly as he held the injured part, but a smile slowly spread across their face. His eyes gleamed with a mix of defiance and amusement, as if the pain was merely a minor inconvenience. The smile was unsettling, a stark contrast to the fresh wound, and it conveyed a sense of resilience and unyielding spirit.
The sound of the whip cracked through the air, raising his left hand to block the attack, but when the two made contact their was a clear winner as Robert's hand was cleanly cut, blood spewed across the flow as he started to laugh "so this is how it feels fighting a B rank," the lady let her guard down slowly 'what kind of a child is this?' she asked herself looking at the wound producing mist.
Her eyes widened as she watched the Robert's hand began to heal before her eyes. The arm growing back in an eerie, unnatural speed, and a shiver ran down her spine. She felt a cold, creeping dread settle in her stomach, her breath catching in her throat. Her mind raced, struggling to comprehend what she had just witnessed. The unease was palpable, her instincts screaming that she was facing something far beyond the ordinary.
Her eyes narrowed with determination as she swung the whip with fierce precision. The leather cracked through the air, striking him repeatedly until he got down on one knee. The sharp pain on her back felt like a sudden, intense jolt, as if a searing hot knife has been plunged into her flesh. The pain radiated outward, sending shockwaves through the body, making it difficult to move or even breathe. looking down she saw a dagger sticking out from her chest "how?."
She was caught off guard as a powerful force struck her from behind. She stumbled forward, her body propelled by the sheer strength of the push. Her arms flailed momentarily as she tried to regain her balance, but the momentum was too great.
With a burst of agility, he launched his body into a spin, his body twisting gracefully in mid-air. Upside down, he rotated with incredible speed, his legs extending outward. As he completed the spin, his foot connected with the her face with a powerful, precise kick. The impact was devastating, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through the her body.
A man emerged from the tent, his frail body silhouetted against the bright daylight. His movements were slow and deliberate, each step revealing the thinness of his frame. As he stepped out, he fumbled slightly with his belt, tying it around his waist with practiced but shaky hands. The sunlight highlighted the gauntness of his features, casting shadows that emphasized his fragile appearance. Despite his physical weakness, there was a determined look in his eyes, a quiet resolve that belied his fragile exterior.
[String manipulation A rank]
[HP 80]
[Fing Thin]
Looking toward the person on the ground his hand began to shake violently,
taking a deep he looked at the person standing in front of him "that was my girl friend, by any chance do you know the person responsible?" walking towards the man he placed his hand on his shoulder "i'm really sorry but you make a lot of noise, if you never shouted then may be i wouldn't be here" unclenching his fists "you did this!" he shouted. Holding his ears "yes i did please don't shout, at least take a mute revenge" he said with agony in his voice.
With a swift motion, he extended his hand, and from his fingertips, fine strings began to materialize, shimmering in the light. The strings moved with a life of their own, twisting and weaving through the air with incredible precision. With a mere thought, the strings wrapped around his hand, lifting his body. Each string responded to his commands, moving fluidly and with purpose. The scene was a mesmerizing display of control and creativity, as the strings danced to his will.
Robert felt a strong force pulling his arm from his socket, creating a shadow clone it rushed swinging its blade, just when it was about to cut through the man's neck, it clanged to something producing sparks, it was a contest of strength between the man and the clown. Although his frail body seemed weak the strings charted Robert's strength.
[Defeat Fing Thin]
[Reward evolve into a demon]
Looking at the screen seemed to charge his body with a whole new energy. pulling his arm back , Fing pulled his body towards his body, other strings tied around his neck, arm and legs.
Walking toward Robert he looked up to his face "i'll kill in a slow painful way!" the man said, Robert looked at the man in the eyes, his expression somber yet understanding "let's see who is going to kill the other first" he said. Forming a hard ball made of tissue he punched him across the face, the white clothe fell onto the ground revealing his face.
The man paused for a moment to look at his strikingly handsome face, with chiseled features that could have been sculpted from marble. High cheekbones framed a strong jawline, and his lips were perfectly shaped with a hint of a confident smile. His skin was smooth, with just the right amount of stubble to add a rugged edge. His eyes, deep and expressive, held a captivating intensity, their color a striking shade that seemed to change with the light. Thick, dark eyebrows and lashes framed his eyes, giving them an even more dramatic effect.
[Charm activated]