"HUFF HUFF HUFF… This is harder than I thought… Also, what the hell are you eating for your necks and body to be so fucking tough," Mason complains as he charges forward once again.
The guard who lost his hand was in the back as the remaining 2 guards charged forward, fists ready to block or punch anything that comes their way.
The other guard, who just had his knuckle cut, stepped back, taking a short breather before charging right back in.
Mason wiped a drop of sweat from his chin before hoisting his spear over his shoulder and charging in as well. And since he knew he couldn't beat the men directly, he jumped up and did a front flip, stopping in the air and trying to swing at the top of the guard's heads.
SHING
Mason's spear left only a slight scratch that didn't even draw blood… I finally understood what he meant by that earlier comment.
