The Cold Shiver

The sharp, shooting pain in Simyon's body was starting to dull down a bit. He was thankful to the earring and its powers for having protected him; otherwise, if he didn't have the uncommon metal body, he already imagined Mantis's hand going right through his stomach that time.

Unfortunately for him, each time he closed his eyes and opened them, getting a few minutes of sleep, the picture would appear in his head. He would wake up covered in sweat as he stared at the ceiling.

"Damn it, why do I keep running into troublesome people? First, it was Ricktor from the Dark Academy, and now that Black Tiger guy from the Demonic Academy."

Having experienced a hit from the Black Tiger, Simyon would have to safely say that he felt like the Demonic Academy student was stronger, but it was hard to say since he hadn't directly fought with Ricktor.