"Don't think too highly of yourself, Vrasha! I've fought countless life-and-death battles before becoming the leader of the Dragon Blood Tribe!" Kaelrath roared, swinging his massive sword into a defensive stance.
Vrasha only let out a low chuckle, her grip tightening around her blade as her piercing gaze cut into his very soul.
"Heh~ Is that why you got your ass beaten by Mireya?" she mocked openly, her words slicing deeper than any blade.
Kaelrath's eyes blazed with hatred, his entire body trembling with fury as the atmosphere grew suffocating. His Mana erupted in a violent surge, his pupils glowing a bloody red.
"VRASHA!!!" he bellowed, his voice cracking with rage. "DON'T YOU DARE CROSS THAT LINE! THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND THAT DAMN BITCH!!"
"DRAG HER NAME INTO THIS AGAIN, AND I'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE RIGHT HERE AND NOW!!!"
Consumed by rage, Kaelrath abandoned defense altogether. His grip tightened, and he lunged forward, unleashing his full strength in a furious assault.
