Standing among the crushed buildings that Raze had crashed into, he removed his hands from his throat. The pain was still there; his breathing still wasn't at its best, but he still had everything else.
He still had his Qi pills; he still had his magic. He could still use skills to a certain degree and he had his special blazer. The question was if it was enough.
'It has to be enough,' Raze thought as he tensed his grip around his sword. 'If I can't beat the Clan Head here, then what makes me think I can go against the principal?'
"You're waiting for me to make the first move, then? Well, you won't even be able to get close to me. Try and hit me with your magic!" Feebie shouted, swinging out her arm, and the wraps started to unravel.
Stretching out far and wide, they crashed into the buildings by the side, destroying everything in their path. Coming from the side, Raze leapt up in the air and swung his sword down.
