Second Chance.

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor retreated back holding his now bleeding stomach, It was harder to breath with a broken nose but thanks to the training he had taken part in as a youth he was used to it, however the wound on his stomach was another matter the sword was coated with some kind of poison, no not poison, a fast acting disease, if he was not careful it would slowly rot his body. He needed more power to beat this behemoth, and more time.

Victor thought about all the illnesses he had had in the past and how he had fought through them, he then imagined this power amplified at a higher rate and used some of his remaining omnilium to boost his healing rate beyond what it could have ever achieved. he felt like the disease was moving at a much slower rate, as his now stronger immune system fought against it, however to use this new power to its full capability he would need to make some distance between his opponent and himself, He could not use his speed busts as the rush of blood would hurt him far beyond what he could tolerate, he thought about how annoying the gravity of the situation was, he could be killed just because of lack of distance, and that was when it hit him, gravity.

He focused more of his omnium into two new powers, the ability to jump much more extreme distances to help break the restraining chains that gravity had set, and , the acrobatics required to control himself in the air, Victor jumped a few meters away to a safe distance.

He focused a large amount of his energy into healing the disease that was spreading through his body , how effective this was only time would tell but he did feel much better, now to his opponent, although he would hate to admit it, he was right, his speedy style of fighting was just exhausting him and not worth the damage, but Wolfe had one more trick up his sleeve.

He walked forward wasting no energy until he was in range of Odors sword, the corroded blade still wet with blood, and as Okor took a broad swing hoping to cleave Wolfe in two, he took a small step back, judging the blade perfectly, this was the greatest strength of Wolfe he could switch between using speed to overwhelm his opponent, but as they got used to that he would completely switch styles to a very technical no movements wasted way of fighting,

Okors swing left his under arm exposed as he over shot, this allowed Wolfe to move in and dig both of his daggers pretty deep into the flesh of the giant, before Okor could swing his sword back or punch Victor again, he removed the daggers and retreated just out of range of Okors sword, satisfied as the blood dripped from the now open wound, Okor kept swinging and thrusting his blade but it was all futile, Wolfe kept his eye on both the blade and Okor's fist calculating the perfect distance to avoid them and worm his way in to get another attack in at the arm areas, aiming for the weaker joints.

He kept this pattern until the behemoth finally caught on, Okor thrusted his blade further than normal to try and catch Wolfe out, but this was the moment Wolfe had been waiting for, he took one more step back then before leaving Okor's sword outstretched, Wolfe used this massive blade as a springboard and landed on the back of Okor Pale Blood, the back he used his newfound acrobatic mastery to stay out of reach and proceeded to dig his daggers deeper and deeper into the exposed back of the marine, targeting the exact same spot over and over, planing to rip straight through the marine, as Okor struggled Wolfe used his other dagger to stab into other gaps in the armour to hold his position, and staying at just the right height to use his new jump to escape, The marine was struggling now trying to shake the youth off, " looks like you are the one who is getting exhausted now, if you don't think of something this dagger is going to rip through to an internal organ eventually, perhaps you should yeild, its been a good fight so far and I would be happy to call it a day." Victor Wolfe mused.