'This guy has a serious problem… what's it called again… complex superiority? Inferiority? As expected, it's difficult for an esteemed being such as I to navigate this vulgar ensemble called language.'
Finally, Koll launched him skyward and rocketed straight up to crush him with another barrage of a hundred strikes.
But Revant would be damned before he'd let the same attack nail him twice. He twisted mid-air, wrenching himself from Koll's path.
…Or so he thought.
A vicious storm of blows hammered him from below—like a metal slab swung with titanic force and slammed against him, sending him tumbling and reeling high into the sky.
He lost control of his senses entirely. Everything went black. By the time he regained consciousness, Koll was already on him, raining hellish blows down.
'...ah, damn me. That fool of a master has infected me with his weakness. Flock with the birds you want to become.'
