"C-C-CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! SHYE CROWLEY, THE CHANTLESS MAGE, SCORED A MINOR VICTORY IN THE FIRST MELEE CLASH!! JOHN ONI HAS BEEN SQUARELY KICKED AWAY!!!"
Hearing Corey's voice, John, who was in utter disbelief moments ago, gnashed his teeth so hard that one would be able to hear cracking noises if one stood close enough.
'I…lost? To this damn bastard of a mage? In a melee battle? UNACCEPTABLE!!!'
Eager to have his revenge, John madly bolted towards Shye, once again dodging the projectiles with unmatched finesse—a replay of what happened earlier.
Only, this time, he didn't take Shye's melee skills lightly, focusing just like how he would with other warrior or scout-class opponents.
With a cold, vengeful look, John slashed his dagger towards Shye's neck, fully expecting this blow to be blocked.
His assumptions turned out to be correct as Shye easily angled one of his elemental staffs to block his neck slash.
