As the lava went down and a platform opened from the sides of the arena, Mares winning image, while still covered in a coat of blue flames, left a powerful impression in those watching.
Seeing that, Break turned a full bottle of a powerful drink down his throat.
"Fuck!"
As soon as there was no more drink, he throwed the bottle at Mares' image. It passed over, as it as an hologram, only making the dwarf angrier.
His right hand man was dead, gone with a chunk of his faction, old and new.
And that wasn't even the worst part.
"Sword will rip me alive!"
That was an exageration, and Break knew it. Even if the second ranked wished to right now, unless he challenged Break to an official battle, nothing could be done.
Obviously that wouldn't happen, and even if it did, Break wasn't insane enough to accept.
But Sword had lots of options to deal with the dwarf.
