His essence-forged body was the only thing that kept him from breaking bones. Still, his body ached, and he was sure his chest was bruised.
"How did this happen? One minute he was running towards Darian, and the next something too fast or invisible slammed into him."
He picked himself up gently, slowly. Azaroth was still trying to put together what happened. What type of skill was that? What technique is that?
If it was elemental, then Azaroth had never heard of that type of elemental before. Was it air? He doubted it. He felt no wind blow him.
Darian did not attack; he waited until Azaroth was standing. "I told you then that you are weak. You think you can just issue a challenge and win? I'll make you eat dirt!"
Azaroth narrowed his eyes. It was true that Darian was strong, but now, he was dangerous with his unknown skill. Azaroth would have to know what that power was before he thought of countering it.
