Line slammed into the ground and stopped abruptly. Standing up he found his arm shaking, his side was bleeding. There was an error in his judgement, Mira wasn't a Pugilist at all! He was a Berserker!
Still that was an abnormal amount of strength! Even for a Berserker. There was roughly and inch or two of space, but the swing was that powerful? What kind of insane amount of strength was needed to pull that off?
Line's thoughts stopped abruptly as he saw an axe spin across the air towards him. Leaping to the side it barely brushed passed him. Taking a breath he regained some confidence, 'He just threw his weapon! That regains my advantage in-'
BOOM-!!
A shockwave slammed into his back, making him look back in surprise. The wall of the Arena, it was shattered from impact?!
