Charles dodged the hero's attacks with swift movements, electricity crackling in his fists.
The young man's golden sword sliced through the air with a Whoosh, grazing Charles's black tunic and leaving shallow cuts on his arms.
Each near-miss burned sharply, but he didn't stop.
'I'm not going down!' he thought, gritting his teeth as he evaded another slash.
Zzzap!
He threw a punch charged with electricity at the hero's chest.
Bam!
The blow sent him flying several meters back, crashing into a stone pillar.
The hero coughed, spitting blood, and for a moment, his cold expression cracked, revealing surprise.
Charles panted, his heart racing.
He felt invincible, as if Rian's body was built for this fight.
But glancing at his hands, he frowned.
His knuckles were red, bruised from the punches, and the cuts on his arms bled, dripping to the floor.
Yet, to his shock, the wounds began closing slowly, as if his body had a regenerative ability he didn't know about.
