Suddenly, Jin was within inches of Gunnar's throat, his hand already gripping the hilt of his weapon as it materialized in his palm.
It was the perfect ambush. The distance, the timing, the momentum all manipulated by the man who caused a fuss all over the player community.
Jin swung. The blade whistled through the air, aimed at the gap in Gunnar's heavy fur mantle.
CLANG.
Gunnar didn't use his axe. He caught the blade with his hand.
The metal screeched under the pressure, sparks flying as the Viking's sheer physical strength halted the Ranker's strike.
"Are these the strongest?"
Gunnar sneered, his breath hot and smelling of ozone.
"A man throwing another man like a toy?"
Gunnar's fist collided with Jin's stomach. The blow was like a battering ram.
Jin gasped, the air leaving his lungs as he was sent tumbling across the floor. He hit the far wall with a bone-jarring impact, his red Avatars flickering out of existence.
Gunnar turned his gaze to Kang Min.
