Davi was exhausted. Even the simple act of breathing made every muscle in his body protest in pain, and his mind seemed to wander aimlessly, on the verge of collapsing.
Still, Amelia's fist approached too fast, not even granting him a moment to think.
He needed to feel. He needed to let the
Focusing on the mana around him, Davi fixed his gaze on a point in the arena.
And then, when he realized it, his body had already changed position.
But Amelia didn't stop to praise him. She just kept attacking without offering a single second of respite.
All Davi could do was desperately teleport, trying to escape that maniac. Sometimes he succeeded; other times, he was hit without being able to avoid it.
He clenched his fists and sought concentration once more. Maintaining focus in the middle of such a battle was almost impossible.
