⟬ Head Magistrate's Courtyard, Present time. ⟭
"[That all you got, b*tch?]"
The twenty-foot tall Orcus towered over Tanamar, resting its enchanted greataxe on its pauldron.
Tanamar tried to stand... but he was barely able to get to a knee. Since his failed ⌈Oath⌋ attack, he needed to rest a few more minutes and clear his mind before he could activate any useful Skills...
He needed help... or both he and Athena would die.
He slammed his palms into the sandy dirt. The fingers he used to draw his bow were bleeding.
Lovely.
"C... creation is a noble charge," He whispered, shaping his fingers into a diamond.
"[WhaAaaAt's thisss?!]" Tancred laughed, "[I know FLAME. TAKEN. WELL that you're outta mana, 'Thanasius. You have any idea how pathetic you look, right now?]"
'Just let it happen, Tancred,' Tanamar thought to himself. His twin brother always talked too damned much.
