The crow circled Elites target as it flew overhead of the forest, and that was all Sorian and Elite needed to understand what lay ahead. The grand skeleton glared at Sorian and his smug grin as he was correct once more, but now wasn’t the time for bragging or arguing, now it was time to draw swords.

Sorian stepped himself back as their enemy revealed himself from the woods. If he was trying to enter by surprise he ruined it with some self narration as he introduced himself.

Why do people seem to feel the need to announce themselves as they come to battle? Dumb worm…

Elite held his sideways stance to his opponents attack, the rush of purple energy flew in his direction in an erratic way. Had he been any smaller he surely wouldn’t even have to move an inch to avoid such an attack. Be it only by must Optic raised his sword quickly and used it as a temporary shield. A loud rusty clang echoed out from the bolt as it connected, and the orange rust of the blade bellowed out like a cloud of mist.

As if awoken by slumber the eye of the blade opened and focused on Nosdyn, appearing bloodshot and intense with its flame red iris leering at him before closing once more.

Ah, taking a look at the world are we… It’s such a rare moment to see you looking at the real world. It’s a shame this ant isn’t enough to bring you beyond that of an momentary glance.

Elite stepped towards his offensive opponent and dragged his heavy sword along the ground in the start of a vicious attack. It tore into the earth and pulled the dry dirt up into the air as Elite sliced across the floor in a circular motion, the sweeping attack creating a cloud of dirty dust with its murderous intent.