Chapter 52:Duel for Honor
S
ince he was small, Jones loved the heroic tales that his father told. In his mind he had always thought it would be wonderful to see those stories act out before his own eyes. It wasn't long before that he started to behave like the heroes he admires.
"If the enemies attacked, that hero will win and still look cool for sure!"
Pushing aside his exhaustion and ignoring his wounds, he appeared almost completely fine; because, the heroes he admired would have shrugged it off, in his shoes.
The Orc Knight roared ferociously causing all to shrink back and the entire room to vibrate. It had underestimated this young human child and felt ashamed. A ridiculous amount of magic enveloped its stump, and a new arm began to form, more from pulsating mana than of flesh.
