Ryuu and Drogan continued their silent stand off as they judged one another, eyeing their auras, mannerisms and even equipment. A high level analysis was going on between these two B-rank mages.
With Drogan's gaze redirected, Frost felt that eery pressure lift from his body, allowing him to breath and get a good look at Bastion's opponents, possibly the most difficult ones to deal with.
Although they were a fair bit weaker than Bastion, they could work as a team and given Bastion's age they'd likely have greater stamina. Leo and the rest were worried about this fight most of all.
Frost's gaze drifted towards the dwarf that valiantly stood before him, yet he didn't see a single trace of nervousness or anxiety. Bastion was smiling, and it wasn't a small smile, but one filled with wild connotations. His eyes spat fire as he looked at the two C-rank thugs that were to be his opponents.
