My debug vision pulled up Shax's full stats while I struggled to stay standing.
[ENTITY_SCAN: COMPLETE]
name: "Shax Morval"
level: 29
class: Assassin/Warrior
element: WIND
"Fuck," I cursed, spitting a wad of bloody saliva onto the stone.
Twenty-nine. He was nearly at the threshold of the next tier.
Gritting my teeth against the blinding pain in my chest, I pushed myself off the wall.
Oathstorm, hummed in my grip, responding to my rising adrenaline. Faint blue sparks of thunder arced across the steel blade, casting harsh shadows in the dim cave.
And lunged, pushing off my back foot, thrusting Oathstorm forward in a vicious, crackling arc of electricity.
Shax didn't even blink. He casually swept his sword up.
A spiraling current of wind wrapped around his blade, completely deflecting my thunderous strike.
CLANG!
"Too slow," Shax mocked, his voice carrying over the ringing steel. "I expected more, but guess this is what can you do... you pathetic piece of trash."
