Avros Fortress
Thud!
"Humiliation, this is utter humiliation!" shouted the old half, hitting his desk enough, that protection formation flashed on it for a moment.
His eyes turned to images of their members being nailed to the ground, before turning to projection, one of five had recorded.
The silver armored man is fighting five of them alone effortlessly. Tearing them, taunting them as they tried to attack him.
It's clear that he is playing with them. The five are powerless against him, despite their power and teamwork.
Seeing the scene, the anger in the old elf's heart rose, before it turned cold.
The five were one of their most elite. Their strongest, who had reached the limit; only the members of the spire council were stronger than them.
The man from Tor had fought them easily; it didn't seem to take him effort at all.
