Match End [II]

"Haaa… Haa… Haa!"

Samael panted, still on his knees. His flushed face was drenched in sweat.

He felt lightheaded as every time he took a ragged breath, a sharp burning pain throbbed in his side. 

He was sure at least one of his ribs was fractured.

It hurt.

His torso hurt so much that his legs trembled when he tried to stand.

That last attack from Reiner had really done a number on him. Those tentacles were fast and deceptively strong, each swing packing enough force to crush a car.

Without «Steel Hide», he had to be careful not to let them hit him again.

If not for his special Essence Circulation Technique that had already strengthened his body so much, he might've already been down for the count.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself back onto his feet, enduring the bone-deep ache in his ribs and adjusting his stance.

Pain, after all, was nothing new to him.