"Peh! Why should I regret anything?" Bhuzkoc smugly looked at him, shoving him to the side with a flick of his hand. Jake went along with the motion, looking like he was losing the round, but only his opponent knew his hand didn't touch anything.
The Nawai chief had a slight doubt for the first time, but when he saw the complicated expression on Jake's face mixing rage and apprehension he cast away his suspicions. Even if this human was up to no good, his faction had the numerical advantage in terms of Fourth-Ordeal Evolvers.
One of his trusted men, the Nawai clad in a tailored greenish velvet great coat who had hampered them with several Soul Spells earlier wanted to say something, but seeing the stubborn and fierce expression of his leader he shook his head and kept his thoughts to himself.
'This guy is too incompetent. His death would be a blessing for our Shibai Tribe.'
