“What's the matter, young boy? Weren't you going to give me hell or something?"
The Magistrate kicked some dirt into Josiah's face.
“Say… What is your name?"
“Josiah."
“I see. So you are 'the' Josiah. No wonder the prodigy farmboy could take one of my soldiers. I want you in my army, little one. We are going to do wonders to someone as talented as you."
“N… No…"
“No…?"
“This… This fight is not over yet!"
Josiah lifted his body out of the grass with the last ounce of strength he had, with what appeared to be a last desperate surprise swing.
It actually caught The Magistrate by surprise. He reacted slowly and the swing managed to hit the armor on his chest, causing his body to get bounced a bit back.
'Such strength for a young boy. This strength probably comes from the level of hi
