111 Friendship blossoms by punches to the head 1 (2/2)

He is shrewd and insidious but does not fear confrontation at all. Someone like him did not fit the description his colleagues had given him.

The more he listened and talked to Moirai, the more he found questioning things he had taken for granted before. Tom had never expected that this world would offer him such a thing.

For the short time, he had known Moira he had never been bored. There was always something new and fascinating happening around him. Whether it was his training session, that made him rejoice about the ”lax” standards of the Church or the ”nice view” he got to see thanks to him.

Even now he had started to fight another player and was currently easily dodging the attacks the player was throwing at him. It was surprising to see that he could easily keep up with a player but he could clearly see, that the player had not used any magic yet.

It took Tom quite a while but then he recognized those players or rather their ”ordinary” clothing. Those players did not belong to a Church or a noble family, they came from a temple. A temple was secluded and did not partake in secular affairs. Most of those temples specialized in a unique way to use magic that could not fit into the classification of the 7 Church Branches.

He had heard about a branch knowns for its ordinary clothing and their core value that unifies magic and body. Their magic is used to strengthen every part of their body but it leaves them vulnerable to other magic.

Even he would not know about their existence had he not done extensive research in preparation for becoming a tactician.

But why did those youth come into the world of Primal Survival? They only left their temples in times of war or on a mission. But this clearly can not be a mission. Fighting with an NPC is not something that can be considered a mission.

One thing was certain though, once the player would activate his magic Moirai would not stand a chance. A bit humility would surely not hurt him, although that lesson would be the painful part.

Looking at the fight he did not understand much of what was happening. Physical fights were a rare sight in this world and were rather frowned upon. Barbaric and savage were used to describe fights of this nature.

Although he was never interested in this kind of fighting, he still followed it closely. If both of them were treating it earnestly, then he would respect their passion. Just as the other members of the temple everyone followed their movements attentively without making a sound.

Their movements had gone faster over time but still, no magic had been used and every single attack of the player had been dodged. But neither of them looked displeased while they were fighting, far from it the gloomy aura that surrounded Moirai had finally vanished.

Moirai had not even punched once yet but the smile on both of their faces was shining brightly.

But the status quo was about to be broken after a wave of magic could be felt coming from the player.

But it was quickly suppressed and the previous tranquillity had returned once more as if it had never been broken in the first place. Much to the disappointment of Moirai, who looked displeased at the player.

Though this was an understatement as Moirai threw an attack that hit the player and caused him to stumble backwards. He looked a bit shocked, but he nodded at Moirai before he once again started to use his magic.

Now it was Moirai's turn to nod at the display of power from the player. He did not even wait before starting to throw attacks at the player. But this time around the player was prepared for it and started to dodge the attacks.

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The previous intensity paled in comparison to the spectacle that was currently unfolding right in front of their eyes. Both sides were not holding back anymore and started to attack each other.

The exchange of attacks caused some minor injuries on both sides but they were not stopped by this detail. It rather acted as motivation to keep the tempo of the bout. It was surprising for Moirai to be able to keep up with the player once he had started to use his magic.

Tom did not expect, that Moirai is this capable. Looking at his stats makes one wonder how he can injure the player at all. Even the weakest monsters had better numbers than his aid. So why are his numbers so low if he can compete against a player on this level?

Granted it is only a physical bout, that does not pose a threat to any normal wielder of magic, but it was fascinating to see how strong a simple NPC can be.

The fast-paced fight had not stopped even once as the numerous injuries started to pile up all over their bodies. This battle was not about honour, it was the clash between 2 individuals giving their all to beat their opponent.

Both of them were smiling while attacking the other. But over time, their bodies had become bloodied and bruised. None of them wanted to give in and the fighting resumed as if nothing had happened.

Even after trading numerous blows, their strength had not diminished in the slightest. It rather felt like the player was getting stronger and stronger as the battle continued. This development surely did not go unnoticed by his enemy, though he appeared to not care about it at all.

There was no trace of concern visible on his face as he attacked his opponent. It rather felt like he was too calm when facing the player. Tom could not lay a finger on it, but something did not seem right. Moirai had always been calm and collected, but this time around it felt like he was just enjoying himself without any worry in the world.

The member of the temple watched in sheer ave as the fight was getting more and more brutal. Though the smiles on their faces shone ever so brightly...