41 Strength

Gritting his teeth, Walt withdrew a step as the deviant half-breed took offense, targeting his wounded side. The wound still stung like cold iron drilled into his skin, burning away his energy.

The mongrel clearly didn't possess two-thirds of his strength or agility. His dark power was something to be avoided, but Walt shouldn't have any problem dealing with him. Yet, he found himself defending now.

The foul-mouthed bastard's sword seemed to have a nasty enchantment that broke through the defense and impaired him. He was breaking his imbuing over his body with the first attack and attacking the same spot again. This made his attack more predictable, but the bastard was intelligent enough to target other spots throughout.