Blood and fire fell on Atrox, and he turned, his shadow joining him.
Martin and Grey were frozen in sheer surprise. Atrox raised his brows at them. "Let me guess. You thought this was a fight you would win easily? That you would kill me and be done with it in time for your afternoon wine?
"And then take my head to the capital?"
Atrox took some joy in seeing the fear on their faces. He turned and began to walk toward them, casually speaking. "To be honest, I'm very impressed with you guys, and it pains me that you are two-faced bastards. You would have made great contributions to my cause, but now..."
He let the last word hang. "You especially, Martin. Your sub-essence in making shields is powerful, very."
Atrox raised his hand and began to make countless fireballs around himself. Unlike when he was a Knight rank, he could now make them faster and with much stronger quality.
