Sven stared intently at the strip, while the sly smile was fading from his face as he grew more serious. He could wait a long time for the right moment to play with his opponent, but there were some things he could not forgive.
"For one who holds the title of Wise Queen, you have done too foolish." Sven said calmly as his hair glowed brightly, beginning to move like a thousand snakes.
Polosa grinned, "Really? If she hadn't been a fucking monster, I would have killed her. That would be a great start to a fight for me, wouldn't it?" Polosa struck the ground with her spear.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Dozens of red roots emerged from beneath the ground as if they had long been covered in blood. They headed toward Sven, but some of them were aimed again at Marlis and Osvald.
