- Knives
I s***h at Klevon but he is fast. He sidestepped before the sharp edge of my knife connects to his stomach. Sensing my mistake, he raises his knife and is about to bring down the knife on my left torso, when I duck and roll myself away towards safety.
I crouch a few meters away from him, wiping the sweat that’s dripping on my chin. I scrutinize his form. Even if he’s huge, his defense is impregnable. I switch my hold on the knife and take another from the holster on my legs.
Magic. I need to use magic. It’s the only way I can fight against him. I enclose the edge of the knife in fire and glares at him.
“Your fire magic is not enough. Heighten it,” Klevon suggests.
I did as proposed and I feel hotter from the magic output. Nevertheless, I rush towards the unmoving Klevon
