"Playing oblivious, it seems," Azaron replied calmly, his hand rising as he crossed it against his chest. Ender, his soul-bound weapon, was already screaming within his mind, urging him to begin the attack immediately. The sentient, blood-loving spear pulsed with anticipation, eager to taste battle, but Azaron ignored it. Although he, too, wished to fight, that was not the sole reason he had come here.
He was here to enjoy the moment.
This was not about revenge, nor was it driven by rage or hatred. It was simply the thrill of battle, the rare opportunity to cross weapons with a being who stood at the Crownstar Life Rank. Who knew when next such an opportunity would present itself? Battles of this level were few and far between, and Azaron intended to savor every second of it.
