Omen
At the drop of the stone, Basilio rushed forward like a charging bison. His powerful legs planting firmly on the ground as he swung the kampilan at me with no hesitation whatsoever. It didn't seem to matter to him that I might get bisected by the large sword he held. And for reason, I could sense that he had turned into a completely different person. Is this what differs a warrior from everyone else? I was fortunate enough to have parried the strike just in time, but it sent me flying backwards. Were it not for my reflexes, I would've died then and there. My heart was racing, and with every step I took, it beat faster and faster. The sound of my blood rushing through my veins was even more harrowing than the sight of the beastly man attacking me. Basilio's towering height did not seem t
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