I need to end this soon before I run out of stamina.
Anthony was starting to accumulate fatigue after the repeated clashes with Jiang. The latter was fast and crafty. He had to stay alert at all times to block Jiang's attacks. One mistake and the fight would be over.
Without the help of mana, I can't hold on to this weapon for very long.
The sniper rifle in his hands weighed close to twenty kilograms. Normally, mana would flow through the metal, lightening its burden, reinforcing the frame, cushioning the recoil. Now there was nothing, just flesh, bone, and willpower bearing the full cost of every swing and every shot.
Anthony tightened his grip as sweat slid down his temple and dripped from his jaw. His arms burned.
Damn it…
Across from him, Jiang Ning moved again.
Too smoothly.
