The seconds that followed were heavy with tension as each of the two seized their opponent and tried to anticipate their coming maneuver.
From any distance, the two of them seemed as mismatched as they could ever be, and Hassan's broad figure dwarfed Ali Baba.
Their eyes narrowed, and all it took was a second. Dust rose in the air again, stirred up by them this time as they dashed for each other's throats, but the hook and dagger got tangled together. Hassan and Ali Baba glared into each other's eyes as their faces got closer. The man sneered while the boy grunted his teeth as he buckled beneath his sheer strength.
" Your selling point is your speed and small figure," Hassan laughed mockingly. " But you're nothing but a small mouse beneath absolute strength."
Ali Baba couldn't argue that point.
Still, he didn't spend every spare moment training against Jaber for nothing.
If it's absolute strength, he knew how to deal with it.
