CADEN
“Shit.”
I groaned, managing to duck another one of Madok’s hit just in time. In less than a fraction of a second, Madok aimed another that just missed my jaw by a fragment.
I pulled back, sucking in a breath while my gaze remained trained on the man. To think the man could still pack such a punch at that age. I suppose I’d been seriously wrong to underestimate him in the first.
“Come on, now.” He pulled up his guard again. “Is that all you’ve got?”
I gritted my teeth, aiming another attack his way which he easily deflected once again. Each attempt at getting at him kept failing miserably and sure enough, I could feel my irritation growing by the second.
“You call that a swing?” Madok scoffed.
My vision seemed to grow red and before I realized it, I aimed a sharp jab at his jaw
