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While the tall man had sent Valyr flying once more into the distance, the other person that accompanied him looked at Tristan before him with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, recalling the goal of stalling for time given to him. Though, as he thought about the goal, he could not help but think about the attacks he had received from the man before him so far. 'I swear I'll ask those fuckers from the guild for a bonus even if it's the last thing I'll ever do.'
'Who knew the target would have a Rank 2 class holder with him?!'
Whoosh!
Dashing towards his opponent, Tristan had an angered expression on his face as he sent out a punch, with the shadowy figure barely dodging the attack by a hair. Retaliating, the figure sent out a barrage of strikes, most of which were received by Tristan.