Sunny swayed slightly and thrust the Soul Serpent into the ground, leaning on it for support. His breath was labored and ragged. The wound on his neck had already disappeared, but drops of crimson blood remained on the onyx surface of his fearsome armor.
All around him, the crowd was going crazy.
"Mongrel! Mongrel! Mongrel!"
The fight against the noble Queen had not been as savage and bloody as some of his previous ones, but it had been incomparably harder. Even though each of the fighters had only managed to land one strike, the mental strain and physical effort the duel had required of them was nothing short of tremendous. Facing a true battle master was a tough trial.
Sunny was completely spent… but more than that, he was also bitter and full of fury.
'Damnation! I almost had it!'
