Sweat trickled down the pale white skin of his forehead, moving past his brow and down into his eye. In that moment, Oliver wanted nothing more than to blink and clear his blurry vision, but refused to do so, preventing his eyelids from coming down.
Though the blurriness, he saw a green spot zooming at him with incredible speed and quickly tilted his head, barely evading it. His newly acquired experience told him that more would follow, so he couldn't afford to pay any mind to the faint itch on his cheek.
As he did his best to dodge and evade, the blonde guy could only wonder how he ended up in this situation and how stupid he was for getting excited at the beginning.
In the Red Oni's underground floor, Oliver was trapped in a cage with his boss. The Cyberpunk had offered to teach him some moves, and just like a complete buffoon, he agreed with a wide grin on his face.
"You're slowing down!" His boss said. "Don't focus on just the hands!"
