The hooded man (2)

As Erik effortlessly evaded the man's frantic attacks, the bitter taste of defeat began to seep into the man's mouth. Each time, his axe encountered nothing but the empty air, a startling lack of resistance that jarred his mind and reverberated through his desperate soul.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the ringing shouts of the surrounding robots, a cold, creeping fear crept into the man's heart. Erik moved as if he were a ghost, unhurried and fearless, mocking the man's anxiety.

As he realized Erik was an unbeatable foe for him, his movements became more desperate. The young man did not retaliate or strike back, however. As a result of his lack of aggression, the cloaked man's resolve wavered. His spirit wilted like a flower in the scorching summer sun, and his strength drained with each futile swing.