"Razkara..." the Balrog spoke in a tongue that was all too easy to understand due to his ability to comprehend different languages.
Still, Damon wasn't fazed. He knew the odds and he was not trying to win. There was a deafening sound behind him as Abellona began to fight Gaston. He just needed to buy her time.
The Balrog roared, raising its flaming whip and lashing it toward Damon. He quickly took a step back, diving into the shadows before the whip struck.
He slid through the shadows around him as clouds of dust and destruction rained down from Abellona's battle with Gaston.
'Damn, those in the fourth class are real monsters.'
Abellona wasn't even in the fourth class, but her power was unbelievably destructive. Where did he get the audacity to pick on such a dangerous woman?
"I really need to start watching my mouth."
