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"NOTED."
Suddenly, as he was pierced by a giant icicle spear made of Drake's flesh and blood, the Venerable of Flames simply said one word.
And that was it.
CRAAASH!
He spun in midair, all four of his weapons reaching Drake in an instant, four hits at once, sending him blasting through the arena and into the opposite side of it, before falling into the burning magma.
SPLAAASH!
"Ah shit…"
Surtr gulped saliva, as he glared at the thing a few meters away from him, everything happened so fast they hardly had time to think or plan anything.
The benefactor they believed was going to give them his inheritance was actually an insane battle maniac that just wanted to fight to the death with all of them.
Although he chose Drake first, his eyes…
Were already glaring at him.
Yes, at Surtr in specific!
"ALL DRAGONS ARE GOING DOWN FIRST… YOU'RE NEXT, KID."
