"You are strong."
Jomel said to his opponent, he can feel that the confidence is not fake as he stands on there looking down on him.
These two individuals are just waiting for the curtain blocking them to fall. Both of their aurae are wreaking havoc through the air. Painting it with darkness and blood.
"I can say the same thing to you," the Last King replied. "You are not fazed despite my taunting and my words mean nothing to you. Impressive."
"You know, I still won't hesitate to take your head out of your body even when you said that," Jomel said while he is being seriously playful.
"Ha! So do I, we work for our benefit. And these circumstances forced us to clash when could've been buddies." The enemy.
"A pity, your mortal body is now dead and you have to take mine right?" Jomel said.
While the enemy nodded and opened his mouth too, "Names Gormon."
