Life? Death? what's the difference? Many consider these two elements as opposites and the bane for the other but in reality, they are just different sides of the same coin. Derik always dreamt about becoming a cool mage and when the time came, he was disappointed... But even with the status of an archer he still pushed forward until he stumbled upon his magic... A power he could call his own.... DEATH!
"In five moves? I sincerely doubt that" Derik asked with a hint of disbelief in his facial expression.
Back then when he was still a recruit residing at castle black he was capable of defeating three level twelve stone trolls all alone. He once fought against a two-century-year-old vampire Cornelius and won! Even though the vampire was already weakened by the Lockwoods, this could still be considered an amazing feat!
Now, after achieving all those great things, for him to be told that he could be killed in less than five moves against this kid back then, Derik refused to believe Demos' words naturally. His pride was on the line here and he wasn't ready to back down easily.
"Alright! Alright!! I exaggerated a bit… He won't be able to defeat you in Five moves…" Demos repented of his previous words immediately.
"Good" Derik nodded his head in approval.