589 Individual Tournament 15

Slim Fatty dug a groove in the stage as she flew back, her armor cracking slightly as she did. She grimaced heavily and spat out a wad of blood before pushing herself to her feet. 

Despite looking like she had taken a loss in that encounter, Slim Fatty was not bothered. She knew that every single action Silent Walker made cost him mana. He may have items that enhanced his mana capacity and regeneration, but Slim Fatty was burning next to no stamina in comparison to him. 

Silent Walker knew this too, which was why he had attempted to finish this fight as soon as possible, going for broke by summoning this large scythe. He jumped forward, rapidly heading towards Slim Fatty by controlling the shadows beneath his legs to drag him forward before lashing at her. 

Slim Fatty gritted her blood-soaked teeth and tried to parry with all her strength. Here, the weight of her sword didn't help her much as it was good for typical combat.