:Let's Trade Blows

-[Current Stat: 1, 000]

Standing on his weak legs was Cyrus, who had taken out the three demon bears; their heads were seen in different locations.

Overall, they had also dealt with Cyrus a bit; his basketball jersey was a bit torn.

"My turn. Shall we now dance?" said Baras, the ice demon elf, staring at the exhausted Cyrus.

Summoning his ice daggers, Baras sneered, rotated them, and the tip pointing at Cyrus.

"Since my stat is 1,000, give or take, his should be... Be around 1,500," inwardly Cyrus thought, with a piercing pain accompanying his thoughts.

"Boom!"

Baras wasted no time; his daggers were begging to be soaked in blood. He zoomed at Cyrus, a demonic grin clearly kissing his face.

Gaining the distance he needed, Baras noticed Cyrus wasn't moving a bit, hence, already knowing what was what.

Baras did not attack and immediately turned around.

"Bam!"