"What is your condition?" Vulcan asked me.
There were two skills I could use to overcome Vulcan. The first was Berserk Wolf, which was capable of doubling my Strength at the cost of reducing my mana to zero and putting me in a berserk state.
It was an option, but I would rather risk staying conscious throughout the entire fight against him. Remembering what he was like, a careless attack could mean defeat here. What remained was the second skill.
"I would like to have a tent so we can prepare for the fights," I told him bluntly.
"Just that?" he asked me with a bit of suspicion. "I thought you would try some tricky rule to get one over on me."
"Not a chance. If I'm going to defeat you, it'll be fair and square with my own abilities," I said. It wasn't a lie, but I didn't consider my plan a fair path to victory.
