Adam’s axe had struck harshly against the wide, ft side of the greatsword, which had been used like a shield. Half a thought had entered his mind at the time.

  ‘That isn’t good for the-‘

  Yet the thought had cut off.

  The rage which had spread through Wahruv hadn’t been like any rage he had seen, not from Jurot, not from Jarot, and not even from Otkan, who embraced her rage differently. This rage was something else, something which made his entire body tingle.

  Adam’s entire body told him to duck, and he followed his will, which caused him to squat down, half bowing as he did.

  There was a heavy rushing sound as wind struck across the back of his neck, as the greatsword, which was nearly hot with fire, passed him by above him. It didn’t pass him by, but rather, had threateo cut him in half if it had hit.

  Wahruv’s muscles almost tore apart from the heavy swing, but he stopped his bde right as it passed Adam’s head, which caused his muscles to scream at him. Already his arms were quivering, but if the swing had tinued and he used the momentum, Adam would have defended against it, the Half Elf already bringing up his shield to hide behind it.

  Instead, he brought his greatsword above, causing Adam’s hairs to stand on edge as he exploded from his squat backwards, barely dodging the greatsword, which scraped across the front of his armour, and even cut across his ihigh. It was only the er of the greatsword, barely more than a hair’s width which had struck him, but the fmes seeped across him, and the on had torn through his puthral pte and into his flesh with the smallest of cuts.

  The greatsword nded on the ground which such force that sparks flew out across the area, and the stone floor was cut so deep, Kitool would be able to put her entire hand into it.

  Health: 65 -> 42

  ‘So much damage?’ Adam thought. ‘It only grazed me.’

  Adam’s entire body had grown cold at the thought of fag that greatswain, but Wahruv, whose arms were now bleeding from f his body to move in ways it shouldn’t, raised his swain, and stepped forward.

  “More!” Wahruv roared, spit flying into the air as he leapt upon Adam, a savage beast who wanted nothing more than to tear Adam apart.

  Warrior Spirit: 2 -> 1Health: 42 -> 47

  AttackD20 + 6 = 15 (9)D20 + 6 = 16 (10)Miss!

  AttackD20 + 6 = 15 (16)D20 + 6 = 22 (19)Hit!Mana: 11 -> 81D6 + 1D3 + 4D6 + 4 = 31 (5)(3)(3, 5, 5, 6)Damage resisted!25 damage!

  ‘Why the hell am I holding back?’ Adam thought, gripping his axe tight. He stepped forward, twisting his hips as his axe struck the greatsword which threateo cut him, shoulder to shoulder. Their ons strue another, causing sparks to fly, and his own axe cracked from the force of the blow. before Adam cracked against Wahruv’s side.

  “You’re the first oo face my stro smite yet,” Adam said, crashing against Wahruv’s side, swinging his axe down desperately across the man’s thigh. His axe fshed white hot, exploding into splinters, and the pair were knocked back from one another.

  “Oof,” Adam said, nding on his back, trying to catch his breath.

  Fahruv leapt forward to catch his son from falling on the floor, the old man still s and nimble, as expected of an Iyrman.

  “What a son I have,” he grumbled, slowly ying his son down. “Why do you always have to worry me so much?” He reached down to his knee, undoing the prosthetic leg to rub his knee, where his leg had been cut off.

  Adam mao e his neck down to see the two Iyrmen, one of them unscious on the floor. He raised his axe up, only to see it lintered handle. ‘Looks like it wasn’t good for my axe, rather than his greatsword.’

  Victory!WahruvXP Gained: +300XPXP: 4125 -> 4425

  Adam let out a long sigh of relief. ‘Thank Baktu I didn’t have to face that guy for long.’ His heart thundered in his chest now that he could feel anything but the fear of Baktu from that greatsword. ‘He didn’t even crit or smite me a like a damn truck.’

  “You fight well,” Fahruv said, on behalf of his son.

  “Yeah, thanks,” Adam said. “Wahruv was one hell of a fight.”

  Fahruv assumed that meant something good.

  “If he had me even once more, I would have used Fireball,” Adam said, finally sitting up, taking off his helmet to reveal his sweaty fabsp;

  Fahruv ughed. “They say ot help but joke, Nephew of the Rot family.”

  “I’m not kidding,” Adam said. “Even if it would have hurt me, I would have used it to knock us both out. That way, at least it would end as a draw.”

  “You use Fireball?” Fahruv asked, though he was interrupted by Sonarot stepping over to hand Lanarot to Adam.

  Adam held Lanarot and pinched her cheeks. “You didn’t look away, did you? I bet you wouldn’t have looked away if I cast Fireball, eh?”

  Fahruv stared at Adam. “You cast it?”

  “Yeah,” Adam replied.

  “Will you show us?”

  Sonarot wondered if she should stop it, but she sighed. ‘Since you have already resolved yourself to revealing your strength to the Iyr…’

  “Sure,” Adam said, keeping Lanarot cuddled up to his chest, though she squirmed for her mother. “Where I cast it?”

  “You may cast it on me,” Jarot said, stepping up from his spot.

  Even Churot seemed excited about the prospect of watg a Fireball strike his grandfather, for it was a fu for an Iyrman to be struck by a Fireball.

  “You heard him, right?” Adam asked, looking to Sonarot. “He said I could.”

  Sonarot bowed her head. ‘Men.’

  “You cast Fireball?” Jaygak asked, staring at the Half Elf. “Why didn’t you tell me? I want to be hit by a Fireball!”

  “I learnt it retly,” Adam admitted. “Didn’t I tell you I was learning spells the other day?”

  “You never said you were learning that spell!” Jaygak shouted in despair.

  “I too, want to be hit by a Fireball,” Jurot said, nodding his head.

  Kitool held the two puppies in her arms. ‘It is my test in life to be surrounded by idiots.’

  “Hold on, what are you guys doing here?” Adam asked, looking to Jaygak, Kitool, and the rest of his party.

  “We heard you were going to fight,” Dunes said. “We did not watch the fight yesterday, but we heard there were going to be Experts fighting today.”

  Adam shook his head. “Who else wants to be hit by a Fireball?” Adam asked.

  There were a rge swarm of children who rushed over to him to ask for permission, but Adam narrowed his eyes.

  “Hold on, I ’t cast Fireball on you,” Adam said. “You’ll die.”

  The children groaned.

  “I won’t die,” a young Devilkin said. “Fire does not hurt me as much!”

  “Even if it doesn’t hurt you as much, it’s still a Fireball,” Adam said.

  The Devilkin boy stared up at Adam with an incredulous look, before his mother quickly grabbed him by his horns.

  “Do not trouble the Nephew,” she said, before dragging her son away by his colr.

  ‘So, you have at least that muon sense,’ Kitool thought. There were times she thought he was aence far beyond them.

  The children soon scattered oheir fathers and mothers berated them for being so stupid, and soon there were a handful of Devilkin and Rot family members who were all eager to be hit by the spell, grouped around one another so they were in range of the spell, but far enough away from one ahat they wouldn’t interrupt the fun of the other Iyrmen.

  Adam paused.

  ‘Wait. Isn’t this weird?’

  He looked towards all the Iyrmen who were watg expetly.

  ‘Am I the weird one?’ Adam thought.

  Mana: 8 -> 5Spell: Fireball8D6 = 24 (1, 2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4)24 fire damage!

  Adam felt his Mana flow through his body, warming him up, before he called forth the words of magic.

  “I am bee death,” he ted, calling forth fmes from the heavens.

  A small bead appeared from the sky as it fell down towards the Iyrmen. As it fell, it grew rger and rger, and the Iyrmen each prepared themselves. Jured, but did not try to dodge. Jaygak crossed her arms, waiting for the fmes to engulf her. Jarot was no Devilkin, so he had no natural resistance against the fire, but he did ne either, instead accepting the fmes which fell across him.

  The Iyrmen around began to cheer as the fmes engulfed the group of Iyrmen, who seemed all quite fine due to the fact Adam rolled poorly for damage.

  ‘No, it’s the Iyrmen who are weird,’ Adam thought.

  Lanarot screeched as the fmes engulfed the group, g with excitement as the brightness of the fmes caused the entire world to ge for her for a moment, and she looked around, filled with utter glee.

  ‘I feel like I shouldn’t be teag my little sister something like this…’ Adam thought.

  Lanarot threw her arms in the air and screamed with joy.

  Adam flushed slightly, filling with a great sense of aplishment. “What’s that? Do you think I’m cool? Wao cast it again?”

  The Iyrmen who had taken the fire gave Adam a nod, but there were other Iyrmen who were barging in for their turn. Jarot remained within the area of effect of the Fireball.

  “That Fireball was barely good enough to light a cigar,” Jarot said.

  “Says the old man who ’t cast it,” Adam said. “I cast that spell five times per day if I want to, so you better watch it.”

  “Five times?” Jarot asked. “You are an Expert, both with bde and magic, but you should only be able to cast it twio?”

  Adam smirked. “You shouldn’t use that kind of logic with me.”

  “That should be enough,” Elder Zijin said, burning a hole in the back of Sonarot’s head for taking such a star away from him. “Let us leave Adam to rest after that bout.”

  “Please allow me to face you ,” an Iyrman from the crowd asked.

  “I would like to face you as well,” another said.

  Adam threw a go Sonarot. ‘Do I really have to fight them all?’

  “Adam has fought enough,” Sonarot said. “He has proven himself as a member of our family.”

  “It is unfair for you to use an outsider for the fights,” an older Iyrman said.

  “He is a Nephew of our family,” Sonarot said, brushing Adam’s hair. “He is no outsider.”

  “He used magic during the fight,” an older Iyrman said. “That sort of fight is b to see.”

  “I fought Wahruv with a normal axe, which was nearly destroyed by his magical sword,” Adam said. “I don’t mind if you want to say that I used my magic, but st time I checked, Wahruv also used his rage to face me. If he use his rage, something which I ’t, why ’t I use my magic?”

  “Adam is good with words,” Jurot warned. “He has faced against Nobles and won. If you do not wish to shame Wahruv any further, theter should rest here. If anyone wishes to tinue fighting, I will fight.”

  After seeing Adam fight, he could feel it, the twitches in his muscles, the electricity against his hair.

  Plus, Jurot wao look cool in front of his mother.

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  Wahruv was really scary. If he had mao go first, Adam may have lost.

  I wish I could look cool by casting Fireball.