"Regret that you have invoked the wrath of a god."
"Ah yes, another cocky speech for a future corpse." Quinn thought to himself, measuring his opponent properly before the fight could begin.
"Give me the elf before I kill you." He began in a passively aggressive tone.
"Yeah, that's not happening." Quinn said as he prepared to cast a spell.
"You've grown a bit too bold for your own good kid. I said – " Pier was still in the air but Quinn could feel a blade positioned on his throat.
"Give me the elf." Pier was in a position where he could make threats and demands. That is, until he felt a sword aiming at the back of his head.
"Cheap tricks like that won't work you know."
