Wrock stumbled forward as Grimwald freed his fist.
As he clutched his wound Wrock demanded, "What did you do?!"
Grimwald laughed, "There is a reason why I follow Perina. Although she consumes the Skills of her victims, she cannot use them. Despite this these Skills still reside inside her, feeding her strength."
Pushing Wrock to the ground Grimwald gloated, "I was granted a gift, a gift by the heavens! I am able to copy any Skill I come across, as long as I can touch the one who owns it."
Wrock heaved and coughed a lot of blood. He kept an eye at his dropping HP as he spoke, "So you can take advantage of Perina's one flaw."
"Precisely! She is a walking Arsenal of every Skill you can imagine! Moreover—thanks to you—I have obtained the most powerful one yet!"
Grimwald clenched his fist, the blue aura surrounding him glowing brighter. Wrock was all too familiar with this, it was none other than [Endless Fighting Spirit]. His own Berserk Skill he created.
