But this time, Silas had planted his feet into the wall first, neutralising the force behind the kick and got the composure of his body.
He stood back onto the ground, but his legs trembled slightly, the force had left a small impact on his body, which made his feet ache. 'This motherfucker is countering all of my attacks, am I going to lose now system?'
[Host, your mana is low, and you can last for two more minutes.]
Silas's eyes dropped down to his sword and then to his left hand as he looked at all of the claws that he had got after doing the rigorous training of Archangel Michael.
His eyes widened slightly, eyebrows furrowed as his lips parted. 'Wait, I just remembered something...'
[What did you remember now, Host?]
'Maybe I can try and mimic the technique of Archangel Michael.'
[Host, you might break your mana circle and die on the spot if you mess up.]
'I don't have any other choice now, and I can't afford to lose this fight.'
[I pray for the best, Host.]
