Commander Oryn nodded stiffly. "I apologize. I have looked down on you since the fighting began, and that made me hold back a little."
Galthor blinked at the Winged man.
'...Wait, don't tell me you're now going to show some hidden strength you've been keeping because you thought I was a small fry? Don't do that. Really. Don't!'
But outside, his face was as rigid as stone as ever. "I accept your apology, First Commander Oryn."
Commander Oryn shrugged his wings. "Then let's fight as equals. I will give you a death worthy of your strength, Chief Galthor."
Lightning began to crackle across his body the moment he finished speaking. He stretched his right hand forward as if he wanted to hold something, and a wind spear materialized in it, flickering with trapped lightning bolts.
With a flick of his hand, more spears appeared. They hovered around him like suspended rain, six of them.
