Prince Feanor frowned as he saw Ashton break free from his restraints. He did not expect this from a mere healer, and judging from what he heard from him, it seems that this guy was delusional.
"Well, well, well...if it isn't the famous little healer." Prince Feanor sneered. "I'll admit, I didn't expect this from you. But what is it, that you're trying to achieve by bravely stepping forward?"
"You can't possibly be thinking that you can fight us now, do you?" Prince Feanor's eyes narrowed.
"Fight you? My, you certainly think too highly of yourself." Ashton shrugged, "I know you're a Prince and all but to be honest, you're not all that."
Ashton looked at the Prince and the Demon coldly, saying: "Make no mistake. This wouldn't be a fight. It'll be more like a lecture, really."
Ashton stood in the clearing, his eyes locked on Prince Feanor and the towering form of the Demon Astaroth.
