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.
Spar Matches (6)
Kyran braced himself between being slammed to the ground and shifted his body to break free from it. Just as he was about to get slammed on the ground for the fourth time, he twisted his torso slightly and reached both hands toward the ground. Using his arms as some spring, he cushioned the impact he would have endured.
'Hm?' Ambros was momentarily stunned because he did not feel the same impact as the first few when he slammed Kyran to the ground.
That moment's pause was enough for Kyran to twist his body and break free from Ambros's grasp.
"What—?"
Surprisingly, Kyran managed to break free from Ambros's grasp with ease. It appeared that even if he seemed to be very proficient in moving around in human form, he was still slightly clumsy when controlling his limbs.