7 + A Magic user +

`Ha! This is the power of the system!` Folke's mind was in a state of high bless after knocking out one of his pursuers with one punch.

He had fought before and it usually took him a lot of effort to knock someone out especially someone like that. In Folke's mind right now that dude who took down Bo should've been the hardest man to kill instead he just took him out with relative ease.

Folke was now rapidly approaching Annie, with his sword raised high. His adrenaline still rushed after the fight with the other assassin making him feel a sense of high alertness and power which coursed through his arms and legs.

With this accomplishment Folke felt better he felt as if he could take down Annie easily as well, since that sword of the other didn't do much to him.

``Fool!`` He shouted stopped and brung the sword down in a strike toward her head, Annie reacted lightning quick and leapt backward with an accompanying swing of the blade to cover herself in case he really did hit her.

The swing she did would've struck Folke's chest if he did not stop before delivering his own swing down onto Annie, But Folke didn't recognize this and continued rushing forward by kicking off of the ground and into the air gripping his swords handle with both of his hands for a downward swing aimed at her head once more.

Annie rolled to the side and did a thrust which only landed a superficial wound as it only glanced his chest. When folke's feet touched the ground accompanied with his sword which got stuck it trembled from the force of his jump and the impact of his landing. Annie's mind was in tormel; she was terrified of Folke and thought that her only chance of survival in this situation would be to run away.

She did not realize that Folke was not trained at all and thus didn't fully know how to grasp his power but she wouldn't care either his dull blade was able to create a huge cut in the ground `what would happen if that was me?`

She needed to run away and report to her garrison which should've defeated the savages on the beach and set up an outpost and dock in order to get reinforcements from the mainland.

Folke was in a bent forward position, his sword stuck deep into the ground, But he would not let that stop him from completing the quest at hand. He did not want to die from her turning to run away while he continued to pull the sword out.

Abandoning his sword he rushed forward with his hands balled into fists, his left hand placed forward and his right arm contracted near his jaw.

Annie did a horizontal swing while still running away from Folke, He ducked under her swing by his speedy quick reactions plus instinct and closed the distance between him and her.

Annie recognizing this struck folke with the handle of her sword, on his shoulder which should do what? bruise him or perhaps dislocate his shoulder? All of this was wishful thinking on Annie's part.

Annie in fact looked at folke in horror and hoped to god that this would've stopped him but. . . It would definitely not stop him at all as folke had already started to move his fist.

He delivered an uppercut which caused Annie to lose her balance and fall back onto her butt. He was already reeling his other fist back as he straddled her and shouted ``Give up or die!``

Annie thrusted both of her hips up and twisted to the side, this caused folke to lose balance and be moved to the side as well.

He didn't want to let her go so he grabbed her waist and punched her straight in her armored gut.

Even though she was wearing many layers of armor and scale, the force of the punch pushed her onto the ground, and before she could react, Folke had her fully pinned on the ground with his arms pushing her shoulder down.

She attempted to do the same instead this time Folke grabbed her by the neck and pushed her head down onto the ground. Folke's iron like grip quickly began to make Annie lose consciousness.

He looked down at Annie and began to feel even more happier.

`With her knocked out I'll become the strongest in the village, I've taken out two fighters who took out the best of the village so I must be the best! And to top it all off I'll also complete that dreaded quest the system gave me!`

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud groan, in the direction toward the tree he was just at.

It was Bo who was still alive but on the verge of death because of the blood lost and his already broken spirit. He gave up when he calmed down and started to watch as Folke attack the attackers. He still had rage in him but as he continued to watch folke fight he knew that he was better than him.

Folke was strong and had the capability to do what he couldn't do and Bo respected that. He also knew that even after this he could not go back to the village. He had been crippled by the attackers and would no longer be useful in battles in the village.

Bo remembered an old tale and positioned himself up on a nearby tree to see the situation better, making an involuntary groan as he postured up.

He saw folke look at him In all means Folke looked terrifying his hair which was usually dirty blonde was dyed red with his blood and the dried up blood that clung to his clothes along with the dirt made him look mad and crazy.

Bo began to think of a small story that the village told. ``The First Warlord. . .`` He'd whispered.