Showdown

Gangdor stopped in the middle of his blustering, realising that a fight with a Faelor saint could end either way. His epic axe could drink the blood of the enemy, but the same held true either way. Although he liked boasting, he wasn’t one to shoot his own mouth off.

Richard couldn’t help but laugh, “The only one of us who can destroy a saint alone is Waterflower. You’re still not that powerful.”

Gangdor scratched his head in embarrassment, “Am I… Am I in too much of a hurry to prove myself?”

Richard just shook his head, “You’re not even in the same conversation when it comes to runes. This… how do I put it… You can’t make up for it yet. The Guide of Secrets is my best accomplishment to date, but it’s a seven rune set. You don’t have so many positions on your body, and your carrying capacity isn’t comparable to hers.”

“Then forget it,” the brute replied resentfully, “Hmph! Bullying a little girl isn’t so great anyway. I’ll fight...