Thud!
The one-eyed old man landed heavily on the ground. The earth cracked beneath his feet. Dust and green gas rose around him.
His face was twisted with rage.
His single eye was bloodshot, filled with a deep desire to kill.
Thick veins bulged around it, and those veins had turned green. The poison was already inside him.
His skin, though fierce just moments ago, was turning pale second by second.
But none of that mattered to Raven.
Raven was in worse shape.
Arrows were stuck all over his body. Blood soaked his armor.
His legs trembled, barely holding him up.
Yet his grin never faded.
He slowly raised his sword.
With a sharp motion, he sliced through the arrows one by one, cutting off the shafts close to his body.
He did not pull them out. He knew if he did, he would bleed out before the fight even started.
Blood still poured down his body.
But Raven stood straight.
He dragged his sword along the ground as he took a step forward.
