An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

George roared like thunder. His blade- like arms gleamed coldly and sliced through Abigail’s body with lightning speed. The speed of his momentum sent him skidding for about 25 feet before he finally cto a halt.

“This is what happens when you pissoff, bitch!” He turned and laughed maniacally with a fierce expression. He believed that strength mattered and not the useless poisonous mist or creature.

“Hey, what are you laughing at?” A clear, crisp voice rang out from the front.

George looked toward the voice and was surprised to see Abigail. She casually turned with a smirk as if she were looking at a fool.

“Hmm?” His smile faltered and was replaced by shock.

What happened? Hadn’t his blade already sliced through her neck? Why was there no sign of injury? Could he have missed it? That seemed impossible. His blade was as fast as lightning, and she hadn’t even moved. How could he have missed? What on earth had happened? “I’m not stopping until you’re dead!” George was frustrated and didn’t want to dwell on it, so he resolved to keep attacking.

If one strike weren’t enough, he would try two. If two weren’t enough, he would go for ten, a hundred, or even a thousand. No matter what, he was determined to make Abigail pay for her actions.

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With a flash of his blade arms, he moved like a blur and charged forward again. His body was tough and had an astonishing recovery rate.

As long as he wasn’t dead, he would keep fighting. He was ready to do whatever it took, even if it meant outlasting his enemy.

She waved her hand, and three black iron balls shot out as they headed straight for George’s face. These

strike them. Instead, he twisted his body and dodged. But as they crossed paths, the Phantom

of poisoned needles rained down and turned George into a human pincushion. His

grandmaster, but George was different. With his tough, resilient

painful. With his flesh already rotting from the previous poison,

again. His face contorted

strike, Abigail interrupted him with one nasty trick after

frustrated him most was how his once-impenetrable defenses had proven useless against these attacks. His defenses were breached, and he was poisoned

vitality kept him fighting despite the relentless attacks, but it also meant he was enduring pain

I swear I will!”

to remove the poisoned needles from

blows, but if he could just find a single opening, he would

and still standing? Guess being big really makes you tough,” Abigail

a swift motion, he swung

curled her lips into a sneer. Instead of dodging, she