Getting off him, Nix took a few steps back in shock at what he had seen. Whatever that was, it triggered his curiosity.
Obsidian pushed himself up with his elbows, confused as to why Nix hadn't given the final blow.
Getting up, he stared at Nix for a while. The two engaged in staring down, their eyes speaking volumes.
'He's different, something is strange about this fire ranker. Why?' Obsidian wondered as his brows furrowed.
'That aura is suspicious... something must be manipulating him, but what?' Nix tilted his head, never breaking eye contact.
Lank switched glances from the two, 'what the hell is this? A stare fest?'
"Truce?" Nix offered, holding out his hand.
Obsidian looked at his hand strangely. This gesture was foreign to him, so much so that he growled in response instead.
Nix awkwardly withdrew his hand, disturbed by the animalistic tendencies more pronounced than Lank.
