A big cloud of dust settles down and two figures out of it.
One was Anon, Who looked tired and on the other side there was Jonas, Who was standing still in front of him as if nothing is happening to him.
Jonas raised his axe towards Anon and spoke...
"Kid, You are tired... Do you have any wishes before your death ?" Jonas asked with a smile.
"He is not tired, Idiot." A voice suddenly rang inside Jonas's ears.
"What do you mean ?" Jonas asked in a low voice.
"The coat around his body is made out of some special material. Look at the ground below him... Whenever he is taking a step forward, The ground is breaking.
The wait of that coat is over 95 quintals..." The voice spoke.
"What !? 95 Quintals ? But, his movements and speed is almost equal to mine..." Jonas spoke.