"Damn Kid! You'll be pretty invincible if you can cast a runic spell like that!" Fenrir loudly compliments Ndulou as he excitedly watches what is happening right in front of his eyes.
He also loves the fact that Loki believes the scheme Ndulou is initiating.
"I am a god of luck. My luck says I can't die that easily." Ndulou said, with a mischievous expression he had picked up from the father and son blue wolves.
Although he was feeling pain from having his arm cut off, then attached back again, and now it was on fire, he kept his composure and didn't show any sign of fear in front of the demonic god Loki. It is to show him that they are on the same level.
He cast magic, extinguishing the fire in his arm with a water ball.
"Let's fight somewhere else."
He appeared too close to him and was about to grab him, but he instinctively avoided and moved away from Loki.
