In response to the Flame Giant's warbled war cry, the assassin leader and their subordinate consumed more pills and expelled more poison. Alistair wondered how their constitutions could handle such venom - what did they have to go through in order to withstand that?
Uncaring for his musing, the two poisonous killers instructed the malignant mist to merge, just like they had done when they formed the venomous eagle apparition. Only, this time, instead of one, three shot out at him.
Idly, Alistair appreciated the fine control his opponents displayed over their powers. Doubtless, they had excellent mana manipulation.
…Just like him.
The Guildmaster was unbothered, though.
