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[ Status: You Are Bleeding! ]

[ This Is A State Where Blood, A Vital Part Of Your Body Is Being Lost! ]

[ 180 Seconds Before You Pass Out! ]

Han didn't need that kind of notification. He was keenly aware, thank you very much. "Ugh," Things were dimming around him too fast. He was clutching his stomach to prevent even more blood loss. Wouldn't Professor Uriel step in now?

Somebody was dying here!

He watched the look of satisfaction on Donovan's face as the man simply looked at him, "I take this as my win I suppose?" The young man turned to the [ Swordsman ] in the middle of the field. "Professor, can we get a [ Healer ] now?"

"No." 

No.

Was the man serious? Han couldn't even let out a sound of protest or even lift his head to gawk at the Professor. Instead he blinked as he stared at the Donovan's back that was facing him. Well, it was more of the man's behind and calves they were staring at now. They were…

Open.

It shouldn't have been possible. A crazy thought formed in his head. He slunked his entire weight towards them and grappled for the boy's knee—Donovan toppled forwards.

The boy lost his balance and inadvertently let go of their axe.

Han took his chance and ignored the sticky mess that was stomach as he lifted the man's knee up. He had seen somebody do it once on television.

They were down on the ground and he was the one holding him—the other man's leg swerved toward him as Han barely avoided the kick.

Donovan was strong.

"No [ Healers ] until one gives in." [ Swordsman ] Uriel remarked with a shrug.

Their gaze flitted from the two currently brawling towards the other [ Students ] combatting.

.. .

Sir Leon de Harrington stepped back and forth with a grin as he combatted the lady before him. "You're as graceful as ever, Lady Angelika."

"Quit flattering me, Sir Harrington." The young woman took another step and swung her blade towards him. "And I don't recall ever giving you permission to call me by first name basis."

He chuckled and stepped back, "Hmm, is that so?" He wasn't exactly wielding his rapier at her, his weapon still sheathed at his side. But they were actively dodging her sword. It was no greatsword in comparison to Professor Uriel's but it was mightier than his light rapier.

A testament to the lady's strength.

"A copper for your thoughts?" Angelika nearly lopped his head off.

He chuckled and bowed, evading the blade as he took another step and hit somebody else's back. He bit back a grunt and moved to the other side, glancing sideways at his two friends duelling. 

Han seemed to be faring alright even without any weapon.

Well, he was doing the same right now. He shrugged and glanced at the lady and smiled at her, "My thoughts are weighed in gold."

"Arrogant as ever." She tsked and flashed a grin at him—akin to a dog baring its teeth to its master. "Pull up that rapier and let us battle more properly."

He chuckled, "I've made myself a promise to not harm a lady."

The woman's face blanched as she gazed at him. Sir Leon tried not to roll his eyes, "I'm not going to fall for that damsel in distress." She pointed her blade behind him, and he tsked and looked back. "If this is some kind of trick…"

Han was on the grass, clutching his stomach.

Donovan was hovering over him, the axe slung on the man's shoulder was shimmering and splattered with blood. They were exchanging words, or at least the man standing was.

Even for [ Students ] taking a [ Combat ] class, they avoided unnecessary spillage of blood. He would have blocked Angelika's line of sight but even she needed to get used to such a thing. The sight of fresh red even made him feel a tiny bit queasy.

It couldn't be helped if Han lost in this battle.

The young man still had his respect, if not for battle prowess—at least they had a head on their shoulders. Except it didn't appear to be the case right now if they were defeated by his friend.

Then again, Donovan had a penchant for going too far.

But at last they turned to the man in charge of them, "Professor, can we get a [ Healer ] now?"

And that was where the man on the ground made their move. It should have been idiotic to move any further, they needed some immediate treatment—but Han ignored that and pushed himself towards Donovan.

Only a person at their end would do this.contemporary romance

Han toppled the larger man down into the ground. Effectively pinning them down with that surprise lunge. Or so they may have thought.

Donovan's other leg swept forward, one kick and Han would be down.

Except even in that close range—the smaller man evaded it and even grappled for the other leg.

It was by some luck that Donovan's axe had landed out of the man's reach. The man was writhing in the ground but didn't seem to buck the smaller man off of him.

But they weren't that bloodthirsty were they?

It was with weird fascination that he watched them on the grass, no weapons or blades. It was just unarmed combat, except it wasn't just some punches or kicks. Han seemed to have hooked Donovan's leg and was bending it at an uncomfortable angle.

At least trying to.

Donovan was a pack of tight muscles.

If there was anything he could relate this kind of fighting to… well he had heard that in some places that there was this class called [ Martial Artist ]?

.. .

Han Jing was in no good shape or even weight to have pulled off anything akin to Brazilian jiu-jitsu, judo or mixed martial arts combat. If he met Donovan in real life, well Han Jing was a goner. But this time as Han the [ Human ] they might be and were trying to pull it off.

It really was hard trying to subdue a larger man though.

"Do you give?" He grunted and tried to keep the man's legs on lock. His vision was blurring and he was growing cold. "I mean do you give up?" He couldn't exactly try breaking anything, his strength was failing him and he could already see the counter going down.

[ 20 Seconds Before You Pass Out! ]

[ Critical Blood Loss! ]

[ Immediate Medical Attention Needed! ]

Now would have been a good time to gain a New [ Class ] or something, maybe a Vampire—

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