TUG OF WAR FOR SHAKEL

Regardless of his state, Shakel limped and walked towards the man with so much hatred in his heart. His eyes blazed red and his fangs elongated simultaneously. There was tension in the atmosphere as the hefty man still pointed out the swords in the air for Shakel to come get it.

Surprisingly, Shakel sprinted past him with full speed but instead of snatching the sword from the man, he halted behind the man. He was very smart to easily realize that the man was trying to lure him to himself.

Shakel then gathered up some strength in his muscles and used it to push the hefty man down. The man was shocked as he landed on the floor. He never expected a hard push from a weak man.

Now that he has realized that he wasn't dealing with a weakling anymore, he sharply got back on his feet and turned to face Shakel.

The hefty man noticed a watery substance flowing out of his nose and when he felt it with his hand, it was blood.

"Holy sh*t." He smirked and nodded his head at Shakel like though he ha