The one-armed adventurer charged first, madness in his eyes and blood soaking the front of his torn shirt.
He had gauntlets on, and the metal flared with mana, the air rising around him.
"Die!" he screamed, thrusting his remaining arm forward.
Blades of compressed wind shot out, sharp enough to cut through both cloth and flesh.
Wade twisted aside, the gusts slicing through a rack of fabric behind him and shredding it to ribbons. He could feel the sting as one grazed his cheek.
"Persistent," Wade muttered, tightening his grip on Toothpick.
The man launched another volley.
Wade ducked under the first wave and teleported forward, reappearing right in front of him.
He swung low, forcing the adventurer to stumble backwards, the impact cracking against his gauntlet as he tried to block.
A desperate, blind punch came at Wade's face. He caught the wrist, slammed his knee into the man's gut, and brought the hammer end of Toothpick crashing down across his temple.
