"And that, young lad, is how you throw a proper jab! Hahaha!"
Picking himself off the ground, Nero swiped the blood off his nose and glared at Sergeant Vane. At the moment, his body was covered in bruises and fist marks. He was in a horrible state.
And the main culprit of his sorry look was the large man that towered over him at the moment.
Initially, he had thought that after absorbing so many Seals of Sin in a single day, his strength would have been enough to overpower this muscular geezer.
He had been wrong.
He slowly placed his arms up,
"Time out."
Nero quickly threw up the flag as he could endure a beating no longer.
Then he fell onto the sand, his breathing heavy.
Sergeant Vane chuckled then walked over, casting a large shadow over Nero's much smaller frame,
"Kid, do not be disheartened. For arms as skinny as yours, they sure do pack a punch."
Nero grimaced, "How do you do it?"
