"Torren!" The white-haired leaned in forward, his posture shifting as he tried to stop the beast about to throw the spear.
"VICTOR GOD DAMN IT!" Torren screamed as he kept clutching his spear, his golden aura becoming as sharp as the sun itself.
'What are they doing?' Razael stood still, waiting, he didn't want to harm them at all, he just needed to stall.
"Fuck, you always fuck with my games, Victor!"
"What games… this is an enemy…"
'Two versus one,' whilst the two kept arguing, Razael looked around and analysed his position, trying to come to a solution.
"Shadow Cling," Razael muttered the spell, and instantly thin tendrils of darkness started wrapping around Torren's and Victor's legs, shocking them as it completely limited their movement.
"Fuck—"
"You big idiot," Victor screamed as they both tried to break out, however, as they tried to force the tendrils off, they just started getting held tighter.
