Writer

" Fail."

" Fail!"

" FAIL!!"

Azrael looked at the man on the ground. He is not good at any of the fights. She heaved out a frustrated sigh seeing how weak he was.

Can she still exchange him for some peanuts at least? Azrael took a long deep breath trying to calm herself. It's fine, it's going to be fine, he can always learn.

She got up and walked over to August who was still on the ground. "Get up." She commanded standing before him.

Even though no magic was used, he was still injured. Even he has no soul and dark power resides in him. Unless he was in grave danger of death, it would not come out.

"Bad in everything. What are you even good at?" Azrael questioned.

August got up holding his stomach in pain," Because fighting is not my forte. I am a writer. If I was good at martial arts, I would have become a fighter." August responded annoyed that he was forced to fight just to get lost and humiliate him.