Aldrich could see that although Ayemon was smiling like usual but he was completely serious, he will be killed if he slacked off.
Aldrich focused like his life was one the line because it was and punched at Ayemon. The punch was caught in Ayemon's palm and the wind whistled around them for a moment. Ayemon didn't retreat a half a step.
Aldrich didn't hold back in the slightest, actually he wanted to use this opportunity to see the difference between him and a Crestmaster. But Ayemon didn't look to be struggling in the least.
"Eh, that was pretty good." Ayemon looked at his palm and nodded.
"You were born with supernatural strength, it seems. Not a bad talent, first grade Pyromancers, Clerics and Glyphmancers will only be a little stronger physically."
"Well I've always been stronger than most. I guess."
"Now don't be too happy I said physically, I see that it wasn't mere coincidence that you of all people were able to escape from the Wakefield massacre."
