Chapter 137: Dreams of the Victor
’I can’t believe I messed up! I should have—shit!’
Goliath was on the attack. The behemoth of a man ran at them with speed unhindered by a long-range weapon. The weight of his armour and stature turned him into a truck. There was nothing that could stop him. Panic settled in the pit of William’s stomach and he heaved his axe up to counter.
Too slow. William was too slow and Goliath was too unstoppable.
"Furious Kick!"
Nikolai vehemently disagreed and sent a kick forward, meeting Goliath’s momentum. Clang! The sword coolly blocked his foot, deflecting it into the ground, and left the Russian player open to a punch to the ribcage. With a sickening crunch, Nikolai lurched back, back-pedaling. Goliath’s attention switched to William and he snapped a kick at him.
Half way up, William blocked it with the shaft of his axe and skidded back. Gasping for air, the teen dropped to one knee.
’So heavy!’
"Haha! You lived!" Goliath grinned, lips coated red. Rather than begin another assault, the giant swung his sword playfully. "I am Goliath of the Philistines, son of Gath! Tell me your names!"
"I am Nikolai, son of Aleksandr!" Nikolai’s pain turned to pride. His foot and his hands were bleeding. "It is an honour to fight a man as fearsome as you!"
"I as well! I did not believe I would find such warriors! Let us battle, friends!"
William wasn’t sure what had happened to Goliath. He was...happy. Delighted. No fear slowed him. He was content. He was doing what William wished he could do: fight with a single purpose and not letting emotion cloud him. William pulled himself up.