Leo scrambled backward, his boots slipping on the blood-slicked mud. He gasped for air, clutching his side where the Wyvern-Leather Armor had been shredded.
He checked his status. It was a disaster.
[HP: 800 / 5000]
He was basically in the red. One solid hit from that glowing rapier, and it was game over. And this time there would be no respawn, no second chances.
Bane walked towards him calmly. He stepped over the corpse of the Guardian Captain like he was stepping over a puddle. He adjusted his monocle, looking at Leo like a butcher looking at a pig that was taking too long to die.
Leo knew he couldn't win. Bane was a Level 28 powerhouse and Leo was a Level 4 and even with all the cool items, an empty HP bar, he wouldn't be able to match a Level 9 in a head to head confrontation.
Leo looked up at the dark tree line surrounding the clearing. He filled his lungs with air and screamed.
"HEY! YOU! YEAH, YOU IN THE TREES!"
