Fighting the Ninth (2)

The ninth smiled as he pointed the thin, translucent blade at Jake. Just looking at it, Jake knew that a single attack from that was enough to end his life. 

Only if he defended with his armor gauntlets would he have a chance to survive. 

A sword that thin and that light, it would probably be quick, and deadly. But using a sword like that also meant that the ninth would have very low defense. 

Jake could see his opponent's health bar. It was just what Jake expected from someone who was suppressed to the first tier. 

Being a mage of some sort, the ninth didn't have a lot of HP. Not much more than Jake, in fact. All he had was five thousand health points. 

One good attack would be enough to end it all. 

"One reflect that lands properly and that should be enough. But I have to use that on the right, life threatening attack. I can't just use it on just about every single slash." Jake told himself.