Swoosh!
Flying through the air, I met the orc berserker's war axe with my Rai'ki!
Peng!
We were both forced back, even though I was certain I was 2 or 3 stat points ahead of him!
Was it the difference in physique?
Was this due to the limitations of the human body?
Many thoughts raced through my head, but I pushed them aside—knowing fully well it wouldn't change my situation.
While it was annoying to realize that an orc with 1 Strength stat would always be stronger than a human with a similar stat, there was nothing I could do about it.
For what humanity lacked in physique, I would make up for with centuries' worth of COMBAT EXPERIENCE!
Swoosh!
I charged forward, and the berserker raced forward as well. Taking advantage of his bigger frame and longer reach, he hacked at my neck with a brutal horizontal slash, aiming to decapitate me.
But this wasn't my first rodeo—I saw it coming probably before he even thought of doing it.
