Another moment of silence descended before Ulric charged forward, not giving Orros any moment to react as his fingers clenched tightly.
When he closed in, he punched with all his might, rupturing the crimson dome surrounding Orros, ignoring the prickling pain eating at him as he got closer, almost giving him the illusion that a thousand tiny needles were piercing his body at the same time.
But he ignored all this as he submerged himself in the thrill of battle.
Watching the bloodied figure pass through the crimson mist, Orros' eyes narrowed.
He knew the pain the dome inflicted, yet seeing the youth disregard all this as he tore into it so easily couldn't help but make him scream inwardly.
This… this was crazy. It was like the youth had gone mad! He ignored all the damage and pain in his body to launch a relentless series of attacks at him.
When Orros swung his blade at him, this time Ulric didn't dodge, taking in the damage and only blocking fatal attacks.
