Blazren's body ached. His arms trembled slightly from repeated clashes.
He took a step back, breath heavy, eyes sharp on the rat-like beast in front of him.
"You're too strong for someone from the lower zones."
He kept his guard up.
"I'm a peak A-Rank. You shouldn't be able to push me like this."
Scavratt stepped forward, his rusted chains dragging across the ground with a metallic scrape.
His smile showed jagged metal teeth.
"Of course I'm strong."
His claws clenched.
"Because of an experiment."
Blazren narrowed his eyes.
"What kind of experiment?"
Scavratt rolled his shoulders, his mutated muscles twitching under rusted plates.
"The kind that gives you power… when you survive."
He raised one hand and flexed his fingers.
"I got something special. They called it a class."
Blazren took a half step back.
"A class?"
Scavratt's grin widened.
"Yeah. They cut me open, rebuilt me, pumped all kinds of crap into me. I survived."
Blazren muttered under his breath.
