As Galtion ran circles on the inner wall of the coliseum, slowly thinking about how to transfer his speed into propulsion upwards, Astaroth was having an aerial ballet with Lich.
At first, his manoeuvring wasn't as smooth as he wished, but he quickly got the hang of his flying capabilities and became an actual threat to the undead.
The Lich, as a result, had to make increasingly hard movements to dip out of Astaroth's attack fly-bys, and it could not focus on reaching out to the bodies of the undead outside its small domain.
Knowing it needed to treat these living flesh puppets more seriously, it stopped trying to spread thinner. Instead, the Lich snapped its hands together, blasting dark mana in every direction.
"Fine! You want to fight me that bad? Then I will respond to your challenge, you insects!"
