Accursed Heritage
[Thou shall perish like the Tarnished…] [I Have Made The Foolish Mistake Of Trusting A Tarnished…] [Oh, Foul Tarnished…] *** An orphan by the name of June found himself swept into the wretches of the Ark, a magical world that connected its existence to the world from which he came… the Mortal Realm. Realizing he was a dead man, he accepted his fate… only, his fate turned out to be drastically different than what he had expected. In fact, it offered him an opportunity to live, something he thought wasn’t possible. But with such an opportunity, came a cost, and his… well, was a dark one.
A Drowned Out Bond
Stepping up, June thrusted his sword forward with resolve, his focus glued to the undead. The undead easily blocked his attack, however, with the edge of its mace before wobbly stepping up and swinging toward him in return. Reacting swiftly, June parried and backed up, his muscles aching from something so simple.
Well, it wasn't simple for him to be fair. He wasn't accustomed to combat, while his body was lacking in every aspect. The only thing he knew was how to swing his blade, and even that looked sloppy. However, compared to the undead, he was far more skilled.
Of course, that was heavily due to the fact that the damn thing was dealing with a lot, but it was still a fact nonetheless, thankfully.
Moving forward, June waitied to time his attack and once he saw an opening, he thrusted toward the torn part of the undead's armor, stabbing at the revealed rib cage.
'Ah crap!'