Rakon pulled himself together and stood tall despite the heavy injuries he had incurred from Curtis' latest move.
"I have to admit... You are a formidable opponent, Curtis Gladius." The white haired warrior stated. "But your tricks won't work on me again. I have gained a good measure of you. You can't use your abilities so freely, can you?" Rakon grinned, the grin looking menacing and ferocious with his current looks. It sent a chill down Curtis' spine.
A ferocious red aura began to built up around Rakon, the red aura transforming into the terrifying visage of a gargantuan millipede that reached the top of the dome that isolated the arena.
"Good Gods..." Curtis gaped at the terrifying visage before him. He knew that Rakon was a couple of minor levels above him, sitting at High A rank, while Curtis himself was only at Low A rank, but he had not expected Rakon to release such a burst of power.
