Xaphxan had watched the entire duel in shock, a duel that had not lasted five minutes at all, one he could hardly follow, as both Rael and Iyvre had been nothing more than blurs of movement to his slow eyes.
He was amazed at their battle prowess and, just slightly, disappointed that his boss truly was not a bronze ranked warrior. Still, Rael had come out on top against that white headed witch, and that was good enough for him.
He turned his gaze toward Yasmin and Ayobe and could see disbelief written on their faces, and honestly, he could not help but gloat to himself.
Rael held the greatsword to Iyvre's neck as she stared in disbelief at the broken blade still in her grip.
"You lost," Rael said, which only made Iyvre tighten her hold on the shattered blade, causing him to frown.
she can't take a loss,' Rael thought, unwilling to go another round, one he was certain to lose, with his aether already being spent.
