The young man loomed over his opponent, his eyes – cold and dark. Their once purple hue is now tainted with glowing crimson red.
Darius held a blank expression on his face as if he wasn't even present in the moment.
'Do it,' the basilisk's poison-laced voice spoke, whispering into Darius' mind.
Darius clenched his jaws out of pure rage causing some veins to pop in his neck and temple.
The young man raised his right foot and slammed it against Greybe's face – over and over and over.
He breathe heavily as he stared at his opponent's terrible state.
The slammed his foot on Greybe's throat and started suffocating the man by applying pressure on his windpipe.
Darius started twisting his foot left and right while increasing the pressure.
Electricity crackled in Darius' foot and the smell of burning flesh filled the cold air.
