Slightly Injured

"Fourth Star!"

The tip of the dagger had pierced through his waist before a dense amount muscles grew from his body, forming a slight thin armour on him abruptly putting the dagger to stop.

But the strange thin was that even though the daggers momentum had been stopped, it was still stabbing deeply into his body bit by bit.

It was at this moment Phyllida couldn't hold on any longer, and her body flew backwards as though she had been hit by a truck, smashing towards the wall with astonishing momentum.

This time however she laughed loudly as she struggled to stand up but wasn't able to. 

David breathing was loud and rough and he stared expressionlessly at his waist. His face had turned pale. 

There was a deep wound on his waist, spilling out blood like water. 

His muscles moved and the spilling of the blood was immediately suppressed. Then he glared at Phyllida