Pride (2)

Jake glared at the haughty man's sword. His eyes were glued to its movements.

Every time it so much as shivered, he moved, readying himself for an attack.

Jake knew that a single attack in this arena meant that he would go back home. That was the problem with playing in the big leagues.

He had to be as careful as he could be. And even then, it was going to be tough.

Jake took a look up at the man's level.

[???? Level ???]

"Of course he is more than forty levels above me." Jake sighed and shook his head.

Jake took a side step, pushing the sword that was coming at him to the side.

The recoil alone pushed him a few steps to the right.

[-347 HP]

"If I take hits to my health from even recoil, then this is a lost cause." Jake shook his head and moved.

He appeared behind the now-stationary man, and swung his sword down.

Clang!