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Gato gripped his sheathed sword, certain he had this in the bag. The bastard’s level might have been higher, but he was Level 82 himself. His Quick-Draw could shred even a mage past Level 90, and there was no question about it. With the two archers covering him, that skill-slinging bastard didn’t stand a chance.0

At best, he’ll drop me or one of the archers. That’s all the shithead’s got in him.0

As long as Do-Jin went down with him, it was worth it. Gato threw himself forward with everything he had as his eyes locked on the blue lightning sparking to life in Do-Jin’s hands. The skill was built to rip a man apart, but Gato never slowed. He didn’t dodge. He rushed straight in.0

“Then let’s fucking die together!” he roared.0

The shout meant nothing. He was certain he would live. His gear was stacked for magic defense. Flame Spear had blown him apart earlier and he had still walked away with half his HP intact. He had healed almost all of it back since then. There was no way one sloppy lightning skill would burn through everything in a single shot.0

All I need to do is take the hit. Once I hold out,...0