(Sky-God Arena, Finals Match 8)
In the final battle, Leo found himself in the same position that Ramos had stood in not long ago, where he was cornered, drained, and hunted by his opponent.
Except this time, he wasn't the one pressing down with lethal intent, but rather the one being chased.
'He behaves like a naive child, but his battle instincts are the real deal…His speed and reflexes are no joke. I can barely keep up with this tired body of mine–' Leo acknowledged, as he barely dodged a slash that went over his head.
'The longer this fight goes, the worse my odds of victory become,' he admitted internally, his chest rising unevenly as he adjusted the grip on his daggers, the weight of exhaustion pulling at his limbs.
Due to [Faster Recovery], the waist wound he had received in the previous battle had dulled but not disappeared— as each twist of the torso reminded him it was still there.
