Unfortunately for the Vagrash, Aran wasn't just Lith's weak point, but his own as well.
Normally, Lith wouldn't go all out right off the bat. He would plan several moves ahead and take his time to prepare contingency plans while he studied the most efficient path to victory.
Triggering him, however, meant to not put a single dent in his analytical mind so much as to turn him into a sadistic monster seeking to inflict the maximum pain possible before giving his opponent an excruciating death.
Iskha had just wasted the only spell he had at the ready while Lith had none, bringing them on equal footing. Lith took a deep breath to refill his empty lungs with air as War appeared in his hands amid a burst of emerald flames.
The fury of the angry blade matched that of its master, making War emit an ear-piercing screech as it got rid of the blood sheath. The Vagrash had just the time to make Orichalcum bracers cover his forelegs before Lith was upon him.
