"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
Elero rolled forward and another swipe of the pseudo-leader's daggers grazed through bits of her hair. Still running from both the pseudo-leader, she grabbed one of many spears she had embedded into the ground and chucked it far out of sight. A roar echoed through the swamp as the beast bait's scent finally attracted the attention of the swamp's many creatures and most importantly, the guardian. Thunderous steps approached from every direction. It was as if the entire swamp had become alive. She turned around to face the man only to instead find the rest of the group, who had all grown tired of waiting.
They charged at her and with the heavy armor, she couldn't run nor dodge much. Blades eviscerated her armor and half her halo collapsed. She spread her wings and flew high into the air. An arrow whistled past, grazing her forehead. 'How I hate the sin of pride,' she thought. 'Why couldn't I have gotten greed or lust?'