'You lost. He's too much, something isn't right about him.' The wraith laments his voice slowly becoming quieter turning into a whisper.
'No it cant be the end! it can't be!' Letum slams his fist into the ground forcing his head to look up.
'Its over.' The wraith says in a fading whisper. Death aura starts to dissipate and thin out around Letum.
"It can't be over yet!" Letum screams out, forcing himself to stand on shaky legs staring down Grayson with a bruised and beaten face.
"You can still stand, how annoying. Looks like I'll have to break more bones." Grayson's eyes shift back to Letum with disgust and irritation.
Grayson looms over Letum not flinching or wavering in the slightest. His eyes staring down on him like trash in his path. Charging at him like a feral animal, Letum's arms fall slack struggling to work, swinging his limp arms. His arrogance paints his face as he humors Letum allowing him to strike him not thinking he can do much.
