"Well, it doesn't matter. All I have come for, is my mother"
"I don't negotiate with demons"
Bursting with lightning, Ezra engaged. "You will not keep me from my mother"
Getrahan interfered, swinging his double hammer staff. "Know your place!"
With the presence being weaker than the rest of them, Getrahan guessed that his strength would lower as well. Making him an easy opponent.
Too bad.
"Mtchew"
Hissing, Ezra infused the staff with lightning, warding the staff off.
More mana had it elongate and he smashed the Getrahan's forehead with its bladeless side.
The man flew away faster than he arrived.
The others were shocked. They knew Getrahan's strength, blown away so easily meant Ezra was indeed a grandmaster, and was strong enough to contend with any one of them.
Ezra didn't pause, instead accelerating towards the Emperor when a large piece of metal appeared to obstruct him.
"Grandmaster at twenty…I'm jealous"
Deneris dry tone was too recognizable.
Ezra was annoyed.
