While Eldrian's actions seemed intimidating, he was racking his brain on what to do. Currently, he was leaving the magic to Two while he analyzed his options. Both the Zonthans were Tier 7, and while their physical attributes were lower than his, their magical attributes weren't.
Eldrian felt confident that if he could close the distance, he would come out on top. However, as if knowing this, the two had separated to opposite sides of Eldrian. If he rushed one, the other would attack his back.
He couldn't fathom why they were being so wary. When earlier, they had talked so confidently about turning him into an undead slave. How Eldrian wished they had been blinded by that same confidence.
'And I don't have that much leeway on the physical side. At my fastest, I might be twice as fast as them. But they'll easily react to anything I do, even with that difference.' Sadly, the distance Eldrian had to cross to reach either was simply too great.
