Forcing Potential

Kurdak was sent flying again. His 1.9-meter body landed on the ground and beat up a cloud of dust. The sound alone made the spectators wince.

He still stood up, albeit strugglingly.

His left foot was twisted quite badly. His mail was shredded, links bent in unnatural curves, torn in some places.

Legg wasn't much better off either. His body was littered with cuts and his limbs were starting to shake. One of his ribs poked into the light through a deep tear on his chest.

Half an hour had passed. For its entirety, the two had fought like wild beasts. Both ignored their pain and kept pushing themselves and one another to their limits and beyond.

"Still want to keep going?" Legg asked. The mockery in his voice was gone. This man had earned his respect and he had...

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