Soul of the Strong

[Author's note: [=|=] Means that the perspective has changed to 3rd Person]

"Shit…" I let in between my breaths, as I moved fist away from one of the Illgrams face. "That's two down." 

"Pathetic Ygra, I do not remember training you like this." The Elder Illgram said as he stood behind his eldest son, who held his broken arm.

"I can still destroy you with one hand!" Ygra said as he rushed towards me. 

"…" I didn't say much to him, instead I just waited. 

Catching my breath and picking my stance back up. There were a few cuts on my face and body but it didn't feel severe enough to activate the healing spell. Luckily they haven't correctly landed any attacks. 

Ygra could only use one arm but that doesn't stop him from using his legs to attack. However his attacks got progressively slower, the loss of blood from his broken arm seemed to be weighing on his body as time passed.