"Very well then." Godfrey's voice rang as he suppressed Mor with telekinesis, forcing the boss's body to remain stationary as he swung his sword.
Although Mor couldn't move, he covered his entire body in armour and grew even more muscular. 'I might not be at the peak of my tier, but I can rival anyone in this tier because my defence can't be broken. I can't be killed!' Mor roared in his mind.
Godfrey's sword met his neck. It chipped in but couldn't go much deeper, yet that alone made Mor's eyes widen.
"You cut my armour?!" Panic flashed in his eyes. If Godfrey could even nick his armour, then he was a threat that had to be brought down as fast as possible. And so, with all his might, Mor swung his head, aiming to drive his horns through Godfrey.
Still mid-air, Godfrey let go of his sword and held onto those horns. Slashing wouldn't do much; Mor's armour was almost impervious to that.
