Different, Yet The Same (3)

Outside The A-Dungeon

In a barren wasteland

It only took Hereon a few tries to realize the futility of his actions as all his attacks were stopped easily.

Too easily.

The difference between a rank 0 and a rank 3 was large, he knew that much, but now that he was actually fighting one – not training, but an actual fight where he could die – it started making more sense to him.

He put a hand over the gaping wound in his side and winced at the pain.

'I have no chance of winning against him.'

The realization came soon.

'Did he mean that?'

He looked over to "Only".

The man noticed his glance.

Hereon noticed something, a slight nod, it was barely a movement of his head but he could tell.

He was being given the go-ahead to use it.

Hereon turned back to his opponent, and proceeded to grin widely.

"What the hell is that look for?!"

Clark questioned as he sent a wind scythe at Hereon.