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Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH!

Lance wasn't expecting to get the killing blow, but he had anticipated maybe Asdom blocking his sword with his fist or dodging out of the way.

He hadn't expected to be disarmed so easily.

Lance had dodged a couple of the punches and even blocked a couple more. But for the most part, he was just above the rank of a punching bag when Asdom attacked. He literally got his ass kicked, sending him flying towards the outer parts of the arena. Regaining composure after a hit like that, he corkscrewed in the air, landing with his feet spread apart, bent forward, finger in front. The force of the kick had actually caused him to slide back a few more feet, despite landing.

The taste of blood was in his mouth. Lance could feel something trickling out the corner of his mouth and down towards his chin He didn't need to put two and two together to realize what the substance was. Spitting out some of the substance out and onto the ground, he rubbed off the trickle and proceeded to look at the residue on the back of his hand, even though he knew what he was looking at.

Red...

Chuckling softly, he turned to face Asdom once more, "Well, I shouldn't expect anything less from your hierarchy. Although I will give you this...that was quick."

He walked away from the wall, ignoring the crowd's reaction to Asdom's wicked first strike, ignoring his weapons on the ground for the time being, and stood in front of the monk for the second time. "Let's see who's quicker."

Interestingly enough, the blows he'd received weren't taxing on him at all. In fact, they seemed to fuel him. He couldn't explain it, but something in the air made him feel stronger, like he could take hits from the immortal all day. It felt powerful. He felt powerful.

He squat down in a ready stance and motioned for Asdom to come at him. Now let's see how he strikes...