Flag

Before rebirth, Elian avoided violence. Not out of mercy—out of fear. When he did fight, he lost. Always. Because Defects didn't get second chances. They just bled.

Now?

"Scan."

___

Name: Dominic Oretti (M)

Talent: Robust (C)

World: Earth

Species: Human

Class: Vassal

Lvl: 52 | (Peak Radiant)

HP: 57,190/57,190 | MP: 34,700/34,700

Strength: F | Intelligence: F | Agility: F

Job: Brawler (D) | Bone Breaker (D)

___

"Weak."

He was already on the other side.

The human breaker threw a punch; by human standards, he was fast. The man was a Radiant tier after all. Sadly, against Elian, he might as well be standing still.

So slow.

Elian took a step to the right, evading the blow. His opponents followed up and threw two jabs and a right hook. They missed. Elian danced around him like a butterfly.

"Finished?"

"Bastard!"