"You're down already? From a simple love tap?" Chief scoffed at Will groaning on the ground.
Chief grabbed Will's head, and the poor Ice Walker saw the world go in a fast-forward before he was mercilessly smashed to the ground.
BOOM!
"AAAACK!"
Will felt the world crashing down, his head splitting like an egg. He groaned in pain, holding the back of his head. He noticed blood gushing out, but he had seen that far too often for him to care now. Besides, even if he said anything, no one would care.
A daemon's bodies were far sturdier than humans.
"To fall for such an obvious ambush, what did the Big Sis see on you, little Walker?" Chief said with a venomous snarl, "In combat, you do not know when the strong will appear. If you are weak, you will fail to even last a minute on a true battlefield!" Chief looked down on Will and snorted, "As for you, stand up and go back to the starting line. If you want to give it to you, just say the magic word."
