Age of Adepts
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chapter-15
As the fight progressed, Greem was realizing, more and more, what his weaknesses were.
His below average Physique was one of the biggest weaknesses. Even with the help of the mighty Chip, he found that he was not as strong as he had originally thought.
His Agility of 4 defined the speed of his reflexes, movement, and the flexibility of his body. Although the dynamic vision provided by the Chip allowed him to roughly guess where Mary was moving, his overly ‘clumsy’ and ‘slow’ body was having a hard time keeping up with the guidance of the chip.
Therefore, most of the time, even though Greem knew in advance where the attack was coming from, he was unable to defend fast enough. Often when the sharp claws passed his body, his flame was mere inches away, but he still couldn’t even touch the tips of the fringes of Mary’s dress.
Hence, within the huge Arena, Greem was restlessly waving two huge fireballs and doing everything he could to land even the slightest blow on his enemy. However, it seemed he was unable to do anything except receive wounds and groan as the pain from all the wounds added up. As for Mary, she was like a red ghost who drifted from place to place, seeming to blink in and out of reality as she dashed around Greem. Quite frequently, the dreadful flames almost touched her body, but they were unable to cause her any harm, as she was moving with great speed and agility.Fortunately, Mary was just playfully evaluating Greem’s fighting ability, so all her attacks were only causing minor flesh wounds. If she had been serious, Greem would have long since been sliced into chunks of meat. But even so, having his body scratched by Mary’s blade-liked sharp claws, left Greem with countless scratch marks, and blood all over his body.
Although the wounds on his body wouldn’t get him killed, they brought Greem a great deal of anger and humiliation.
A month ago, this Mary was only a beginner Apprentice, and she was not stronger than him. Because of that damn mutation, caused by magical contamination, she was now able to twist Greem around her little finger, like he was nothing. This exploding anger was continually suppressed by Greem, as he knew he was unable to defeat Mary, but he was still doing all he could to chase her flashing red shadow with his raging flame.
Inwardly, Greem’s mind was still as calm as a glacier, and he was communicating with the Chip without showing any signs externally. Since he couldn’t catch Mary with his dynamic vision, he had to find a workaround.
Greem’s spirit was draining fast as he kept waving both of his hands restlessly through the air. The dreadful looking fireballs in his hands were becoming bigger and even more violent. While underneath his eyes, a weird looking blue dot was blinking dimly, marking an interception point which the Chip had vaguely calculated.
