Naevora's gaze squinted slightly looking at him 'The small fights, the spar training or the hologram beast he fought in Academy would not give him much experience...'
'Struggle, get beaten up and stand again, Brandon.'
A smile curled on her lips as she looked at him 'Good thing, he has not broken yet.'
He expected him to ask for her help when faced with a powerful aberrant, but he is fighting that aberrant with all of his strength.
'Yeah.. that's it. Force your ether core to evolve...'
Brandon's grip tightened around his dagger as he rolled his shoulders, shaking off the lingering pain from being tossed like a ragdoll.
The aberrant lunged at him again as its sharp claws gleamed under the eerie glow of the dungeon's distorted sky.
Brandon sidestepped, and as the aberrant's swipe passed inches from his face, he struck.
His dagger slashed upward... SHINK!... slicing into its arm, but the aberrant barely flinched.
