King Grey Skill 7b

“Don’t blame me if you wind up physically crippled as well, no-name,” he snapped before bursting forward in an explosion of ki.

I had to admit that his charge was impressive, especially considering how much ki he had spent the last round as well.

Still, to my eyes, his movements seemed almost telephoned. Over a year of training under Lady Vera and her team of coaches had honed my untamed instincts into an almost unfair technique.

At the last moment, I dodged his thrust and struck up at his right hand fingers gripping the spear in the front.

I could sense the thin protective aura of ki shudder, absorbing the impact. Mason still winced in pain though, and more importantly, he was still in my range.

I sidestepped and brought my sword back down on the same hand, but from a different angle.

Sensing my intent, Mason shifted his movements to block but even the slight twitch in his shoulder told me where his next move was going to be.

By the time he positioned himself to block my strike, my strike had already shifted course and landed on his gloved fingers.

This strike didn’t end with just a wince.

“Gahh!” he belched from the pain. I had to give him credit for not letting go of his weapon, despite the crack that resounded from the blow.

It took all of two more moves to finish the spar, and another half hour to finish the rounds against the remaining cadets.