System Discord

Evan coughed a little as he was thrown back, his back hitting the wall and then he dropped on the ground.

This is the second impact he had gotten on the wall before sliding down on the ground. But it is not his first time being batted away as if he was a fly or a bug.

Each attacks Evan had done using a brandished sword that he had borrowed from the numerous weapons compiled into each neat corners, they were all misses.

There were some close calls, and very little of those attacks, maybe 3 or 4 had Sir Theobald gasping in surprise, as if he had been caught if guard.

Evan should be celebrating about being able to do something like that. It still seems like he is missing so much. Like he had barely scratched the surface about his abilities and even if he has levelled up countless times, he is much weaker than he is supposed to be.

He is much stronger than when he first started. He knows that very well. But there is just something in his gut that felt as if it is missing.

Maybe just the lack of a better mana reserves? Evan has no way of knowing.

Sir Theobald hums, his right hand raised up in the air as if he had just put pressure onto Evan. "Ah, you have much to learn still. You are still hesitating to attack. You tried to use Spire’s stance earlier. If it is working for you, continue. But if doesn’t, drop it."

Evan shook his head and stood back up. He had been falling and getting up and falling over and over again for the past few minutes. The clothing that he should be wearing for show outside doesn’t seem to be the right one to be used in a sparring session.

Next time, he would have to wear something more comfortable. Evan knows there will be a next time after all.