You Never Had A Fighting Chance
"Huff! Haaa! Haaa!"
Gasping for air, Nero's chest heaved up and down as he struggled to catch his breath. The strain of the fight was evident on his face, with sweat pouring down his forehead and his breathing ragged.
The cracks in his nanotech armor showed the intense pressure he had been under, and even as they healed themselves, Nero's body bore the marks of the brutal battle.
Bruises and cuts covered his arms and torso while blood trickled from his mouth, staining his chin and the front of his armor.
He had tried everything in his last few exchanges of attacks with Alberto. He tried using his strongest magic spell and mana-infused martial arts, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break through Alberto's defenses.
However, he couldn't give up now. No, it's more like he refused to give up.
Wiping the blood from the side of his lips, Nero raised his hands and put up his guard while eyeing the opponent in front of him.