Before Mark had collapsed, Ethan was getting thoroughly overpowered during their spar, and it had frustrated him more than he cared to admit.
'Out of the four of us, I'm clearly the weakest.'
That was before Mark had even fully understood the extent of his abilities now that he seemingly had complete control over them. With his newly stabilised condition and monstrous strength, his potential was terrifying, and Ethan couldn't help comparing himself to his brother.
But there was something else he'd noticed about himself.
'As many skills as I have, I really struggle against defensive types.'
Ethan had fought plenty of glass cannons, Titled, beasts, and monsters with incredible offensive power but relatively weak defences. Even the larger creatures he'd encountered had usually possessed some weakness he could exploit, whether it was a vulnerable body part, an exploitable attack pattern, or an inability to recover quickly from sustained damage.
