Yet, just as the Scythes were about to cut through Wergal's head, they changed direction as Roan rotated his body. The Intent Scythes' blades increased in length to match the Black Cetus' size, and now they were each on one side of his neck. All Roan had to do was push them against Wergal's neck, and his head would fly off.
"All of you, stand down!" Roan ordered.
The Black Cetuses didn't move. Wergal was very important to their race, and Roan had his life in his hands. "Let him go!"
Rean laughed in response. "Hahaha! If we let him go, you will attack again, now won't you? Do we look like idiots?" Rean looked at Roan. "You don't answer that!"
The other Black Cetuses turned to Rean, who didn't seem the least bit horried. "What, think you can use me to exchange for Wergal? Sure, go ahead, try it. You just need to capture me first." His Element Intent Swords emanated arcs of Red Lightning as Rean licked his lips.
