As Lux, Maple, and Cinnamon followed Thirteen's journey, the Half-Elf's admiration toward the person whom he initially described as extremely weak, rose by leaps and bounds.
Thirteen didn't manage to win because he was strong.
No, he fought as if he knew exactly when his enemies would strike, and where their attacks would land.
Despite his foes being way stronger than him, it was as if they were trying to hit a fly that was buzzing around them, which was almost impossible to hit.
Of course, impossible to hit was an exaggeration. While they were unable to land a direct blow on his body, their attacks still managed to graze the teenager since he couldn't completely evade their attacks.
But even with this, Thirteen remained calm as he threw one throwing knife after the other.
There were even times when he hit his own throwing knives, making them fly at an almost impossible angle just to hit their designated targets.