Chapter 193: Troll king
A boulder rapidly enlarged in Percy’s pupils, but he ignored it, allowing it to pass through him harmlessly. Naturally, it was just a projection, arriving seconds before the actual attack. Greater Foresight made the troll king’s telegraphed swings laughably easy to dodge, though evading them would only defeat the whole purpose of the spar.
Bracing himself, Percy then received the real club head on, the blood rolling and tumbling in his veins as he skidded on the muddy terrain. With a sickening crunch, he landed on another pile of rotting corpses, the old ribcages crumbling under the weight.
Pulling himself to his feet, he saw the creature hadn’t bothered to pursue. The troll had plopped down instead, breathing heavily. Sighing, Percy let go of his boosting art too, just as happy to take a break as his opponent. Next, he dragged his feet across the ravaged battlefield, scouring the place for the missing pieces of his magical armour, scooping them from the filth. Luckily, he received some welcome help.
“There you go.” Nesha said, handing him the shoulderguards.
“Thanks.” he replied, strapping them back in place.
The pesky things were always the first to come off.
“How close are you?” she asked.
“Close.” he spat, too tired to elaborate.
It had been hours since he began fighting the troll king, and they’d already gone at it for several rounds. At first, he couldn’t last a single exchange without his armour crumbling. Every blow would cause at least a couple of pieces to fall off.