Using all his energy, Hadjar was able to throw the Knight back a hundred paces. Dogar flew through the air, and then rolled head over heels across the ground. He was only able to stop his momentum by digging a gauntlet into the ground.
Hadjar bit into another pill and felt the liquid flame slide down his throat and into his stomach, spreading throughout his body. He was bleeding. His Lord level body couldn’t handle such power all that well. He swallowed a healing pill. The deep cuts left behind by his own sword began to heal, one by one, and so did his ruined muscles and bones. Only a few new, thin scars, almost invisible compared to all the others, remained as proof of the fact that Hadjar had risked his life yet again. But this time, he knew exactly why he’d done so. How would he ever
