Legacy of the Dark Sage
When Kyran turned 18, his life turned upside down. The Royal Army raided his clan because his supposedly non-existent magic got exposed. On that fateful night, he was the only one who escaped. Up to the present, the status of his clan was unknown. A magic inheritance that became a curse, Kyran became a fugitive. Always on the run... living in fear when the Royal Army finally captures him. At least that's what most people thought... "I'll definitely save my family. And I will make all those who made my clan suffer pay tenfold. I'll make use of this magic they so feared, and show them what real terror is...." Disclaimer: The cover image isn't mine. I'll replace it when I finished mine.
Probably Could Not Afford
Kyran's expression turned serious as he watched. In truth, Rhys's movement was fast, but in Kyran's eyes, he was too slow.
When Rhys's fist was only a few inches away from Kyran, the latter crouched down.
As soon as Kyran did, however, a sneer appeared on Rhys's face and he snorted, "Humph."
He anticipated all of Kyran's possible movement and already thought of a way to counter them. If Kyran jumped back, the flames in Rhys's arms would burst out and follow Kyran. But if Kyran duck, Rhys would aim for his head!
At an impossible angle, Rhys changed his motion from punching, into launching a knee kick and aimed at Kyran's descending head.
"Humph," Kyran sneered as he realized what Rhys planned to do.
With agile movements, Kyran slipped the wooden staff in between the crook of Rhys's calf and thigh, before slamming his left hand on Rhys's knee stopping its momentum.
"What—?" Rhys exclaimed in surprise.