With each blow, the wounds on Edward's body opened up, especially the one on his side near his stomach. Although the healing potion had worked better than he expected and slowly seemed to close it, with so much movement and blows, it began to open again.
Despite that, he did not stop.
He had a clear advantage: his opponent was not as smart as he was. Although it was really cunning, it still fell into his traps.
Thanks to that and the weakening of its armor, he broke through its almost perfect defenses to deliver powerful blows.
The problem was that his blows were becoming less and less powerful, as the wounds on his body slowly weakened him.
'There shouldn't be much time left on the pill.' He didn't even want to check the time, or rather, he didn't have a chance to do so. But he estimated 10 minutes... 15 at most.
He had to do something.
This stalemate would be his downfall if it continued.
Or maybe... he was already lost.
