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I slash at Klevon but he is fast. He sidestepped before the edge of my knife connects to his stomach. Sensing my mistake, he raises his knife and is about to bring down the knife on my left torso, when I duck and roll myself away towards safety.
I crouch a few meters away from him, wiping the sweat that's dripping on my chin. I scrutinize his form. Even if he's huge, his defense is impregnable. I switch my hold on the knife and take another from the holster on my legs.
Magic. I need to use magic. It's the only way I can fight against him. I enclose the edge of the knife in fire and glares at him.
"Your fire magic is not enough. Heighten it," Klevon suggests.
I did as proposed and I feel hotter from the magic output. Nevertheless, I rush towards the unmoving Klevon who is watching me as a hawk does on its prey. I raise my arm, planning to strike at the side of his torso when he flicks his wrist. My knife shoots towards Theo's feet, who is watching our practice battle.
I ignore the way that Theo's brow raises and shift my attention to Klevon. With only one knife, I strike at his leg, but the same way, he flicks my attacks with little effort and it hits the wooden box that Theo is sitting on which he evades successfully.
I glare at Klevon. Why is he too into this?! Shouldn't he fight a little less since I am a beginner on this? But then, I sense his kick before it connects to my lower legs. With no way to evade, I block it, making me spiral towards Theo.
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