A loud crash thundered inside the mansion of the councilor. It came from the figurines which fell and broke to the floor as Arth was slammed against them.
“Damn it! I can’t fight in this enclosed space,” Arth whispered as he slowly stood up and picked up his sword.
He already had a cut on his left cheek and his black hair was now messed up. He quickly recovered and then blocked another strike from the grand knight’s sword. Every attack dealt a heavy blow that pushes Arth back every time he’s hit.
“What’s wrong, kid?” the grand knight asked as their blades clanged against each other. “Is this all that you have?”
Arth grunted as he was now being forced backward. His shoes were sliding through the floor so he couldn’t lock himself on his position.
“I’m just getting sta
