17 Ardor

A loud clang reverberated throughout the alleyway, and Zack was thrown back by several feet. He landed in a pile of wooden crates, taking seventy points of damage as a small yet sharp wooden plank impaled his right arm.

He clenched his teeth and screamed angrily, his arm spasming uncontrollably as wooden splinters impaled a variety of tendons. The pain was unbearable, causing his vision to blur every so often. And he heard a strange sound, the sound of glass cracking, in the back of his mind.

"Where'd all that bravado go you cocky bastard? You really think you've got the stats to compare with someone three levels higher than you?"

ShortFuse22 laughed as he watched Zack scream in agony. "Music to my ears! Next time you try pulling a stunt like that, maybe try having the stats to back it up!" He then began walking over to Zack, dragging his greatsword along the ground.