(“And here I thought I could ease off the gas.”) Ezekiel thought. He subconsciously slowed down due to the boy's apparent weakness.

Tibaut had renewed vigour from his discovery but that wouldn't help for long.

He soon felt several chairs coming from behind and was forced to jump over them. He wasn't quick to avoid Ezekiel’s hand, who also jumped over the chairs, spinning around in the air with the boy before slamming straight through an innocent table.

Tibaut immediately kicked his hand forcing him to let go, but he couldn't help but take a few seconds to rest on the floor.

(“He got me good.”) Tibaut thought as he focused to try and feel out the approaching Ezekiel. But the bastard never came.

He soon looked up to see Ezekiel on the other side of the room searching along the floor.

What could he be looking for that he'd be-

Tibaut immediately forced himself up and ran over. He brought his leg down for an axe kick but Ezekiel stabbed it with his newfound weapon. Well, new was being generous. It was the blade of the stiletto.

Tibaut brought his foot back and limped on the stabbed leg before Ezekiel got up and threw another punch. He sent two turned-over chairs at Tibaut and jumped into the air.

As Tibaut staggered back the chairs tripped him and Ezekiel landed with both feet slamming into Tibaut’s chest.

A wet and unpleasant sound was heard and Ezekiel looked down in surprise to see Tibaut managing to block the two-footed stomp.

Tibaut narrowly avoided having his chest caved by placing his arms up in time. But then, what was the sound heard?

Tibaut grabbed Ezekiel’s leg and, showing almost inhuman force, threw him to the side and chased after him.

Ezekiel managed to get back to his feet and saw what he had done. One of Tibaut’s arms was now limp. Those gauntlets only went up to the elbow, and it was easy for anyone to see that Tibaut had his elbow dislocated.

How wonderful, the battle was now settled-

Tibaut sent him falling to the floor with a well-placed punch. How had he cleared that distance so quickly!?

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(“Finally, it seems like the adrenaline is flowing.”) Tibaut thought as he immediately kneed Ezekiel upwards.

Tibaut could now, for the next minute, fight as if he was at full stamina. While it may not have been as effective as when he fought against a foe he despised, it would still even the odds.

Before he could land the final strike he dodged another table aimed at him and was greeted by another table from his front he was forced to block.

(“That bastard! He used his airtime so he wouldn't have to worry about that one hitting him.”)

As Ezekiel fell back to his feet, he truly did decide to use everything.

Over ten of the chairs flew directly towards Tibaut with more speed than anything previously had and he was forced to jump over them. If there was one thing Tibqut was thankful for, it was the fact the objects he moved couldn't leave the ground.

This was why it came as a shock when Ezekiel also jumped into the air, he dragged several chairs up into the air with him.

What Tibaut seemed to have forgotten about Ezekiel’s magic was he said it could control things under his waist in height. He never said how far under his waist.

Though the only reason he could do this was because Tibaut had backed away far enough that he could competently use his magic without fearing a hit from the chairs.

He threw one directly at Tibaut, and they had more than enough force to fly at him.

They caused him a rocky landing and sent him tumbling into more furniture, getting a particularly nasty landing on his side against one of them.

Ezekiel had closed the distance between them and tried to finally end it. Although he landed on his side, he also had his neck resting on a chair. If he could step on his head, he would get a clean snap of the neck.

He got within range of the dazed Tibaut and brought his foot down. But from Tibaut's own perspective, he couldn't believe that farce worked on a man this skilled. He simply played dead. Was it honourable? No. Did it stop Mr. Furniture hear from throwing more shit at him? Absolutely.

Thanks to his mana he could feel Ezekiel’s foot coming down, moving his head out of the way and delivering another wicked blow to Ezekiel’s leg. Ezekiel had to back away and this was bad for him.

Both of his legs were now heavily injured.

He could no longer afford to jump or even back away.

As Tibaut got back to his feet, he saw Ezekiel with his arms raised in a fighting stance, readying himself for Tibaut.

Tibaut raised an eyebrow until he saw the way Ezekiel’s legs shook.

(“So my punches did do something.”)

He slowly walked over and readied himself. No more running. From here on out, they were going to deliver nothing but punishment for the man standing in front of them.

Tibaut tried to relocate back his elbow and the moment he did so, another chair was aimed at his back. He dodged it, with a little hop and aimed a kick straight for Ezekiel’s face. Ezekiel blocked and brought a table back under him to give him unstable footing.