Astaroth rapidly scanned his opponent, trying to get a good gauge of who he was up against.
Clide Bergar / Adventuring Instructor
Level: 62
Grade: Elite
Race: Human
Class: Battle Master
HP: 231'450/231'450
When Astaroth saw the amount of HP the man had, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
'So tough.'
That was the moment Clide dashed at him, sending his fist forward on a collision course to Astaroth's face. Astaroth barely had enough time to duck out of the way, but wasn't out of the woods.
A knee was rapidly rising toward his stomach, and he wouldn't have time to jump back. He did the only other thing he could, bringing his arms up in a cross in front of his midsection.
The knee hit his arms like a runaway train, sending him sliding back many meters, with the front arm broken from the strength of the blow.
'Shit!' Astaroth cursed in his mind.
"Your king's ambition killed my younger brother. You will pay for his sins," the man seethed, his eyes bloodshot.
