Emery could feel his entire body burning with excitement, the urge within him eagerly waiting for him to finally release the leash and throw itself into the fight. However, his last bit of conscience still managed to maintain control.
With the strength he currently had, Emery was confident on fighting one, or two Crescent Moon dark elf magus simultaneously. He even probably could take on a Half Moon magus. However, definitely not all three at the same time.
While he was still in control of his thoughts, Emery turned to the Half Moon magus, who was the leader of the group, and with a mocking smile on his lips he said, "Your men are not strong enough for me… How about you? Do you dare to fight me? Or are you just good enough to gang up on an acolyte?"
It was a blatant provocation and challenge, as if that wasn't enough, Emery followed this by putting on a disdainful smile aimed at the proud dark elf magus.
