Evan coughed a little as he was thrown back, his back hitting the wall and then he dropped on the ground.
This is the second impact he had gotten on the wall before sliding down on the ground. But it is not his first time being batted away as if he was a fly or a bug.
Each attacks Evan had done using a brandished sword that he had borrowed from the numerous weapons compiled into each neat corners, they were all misses.
There were some close calls, and very little of those attacks, maybe 3 or 4 had Sir Theobald gasping in surprise, as if he had been caught if guard.
Evan should be celebrating about being able to do something like that. It still seems like he is missing so much. Like he had barely scratched the surface about his abilities and even if he has levelled up countless times, he is much weaker than he is supposed to be.
He is much stronger than when he first started. He knows that very well. But there is just something in his gut that felt as if it is missing.
