( Roy Kingsman's pov )
After nearly 8.5 hours of constantly turning inside the labyrinth corridors, the Kingsmen group barely reached the centre.
" Master, a massive brawl has broken in the centre …. What to do? ". Subordinate 1 asked politely
" Of Course we fight, true men never shy away from a fight! Draw your weapons and charge! ". Roy Kingsman said as the group drew their weapons and joined the fray.
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( Meanwhile Max )
Max tied a sailor's knot on one end of his sword as he prepared for a large javelin style throw to the other end.
" I don't think you are supposed to grip it like that …. ". Anna said as she frowned looking at Max gripping the sword as if he was gripping a baseball.
To throw the object to the furthest distance Max needed to grip it properly like a javelin so that there was minimal power loss.
Max exhaled sharply, although he was no Olympic athlete, he undoubtedly felt like one at the moment as he eyed the wall about half a kilometre away.
