Heartbreaking Statement

Sweat rolled down his forehead, a grimace plastered while cursing Khaleed for attempting to deluge him with all kinds of beasts.

"Argh, dammit,"

He coughed, inhaled sharply, he was panting as they were not allowing him to take a moment.

Due to overusing his magic his nose bled a little yet he stood unwavering. He knew he won't accept defeat, he won't lose to those petty monsters-

Suddenly it hit him-

'That old man knows I won't breathe until I eliminate my targets. He is using this to keep me engaged!'

The moment he registered, he knew they won't end, he will continue fighting and waste his effort and time. 

Khaleed wanted to see how long it would take him to realize that.

Focus on survival. Not fighting.

"Damn you, Khaleed!" 

Cursing with a pant, he stabbed his sword in the ground, cracking it up using magic.