'It has certainly been a while since I was last put in the ground.'
Lying motionless on the ground, Lord Grim sighed as his body quickly recovered. The fight with the Ethisian did not go as planned or as he had expected so being put in the dirt was something he had to readjust to.
Thankfully, the Granian was not the type to gloat and wallow in shame. Slowly, the black-scaled Granian stood on his feet only to find the Blood Bishop going fist-to-fist with the Ethisian. The two fought furiously and surprisingly, the Blood Bishop was holding on his own.
His sister would sneak in occasionally with a few claw strikes here and there aimed at its feet. Whenever she struck, Ace hit the Ethisian so it would keep its focus on him. However, that plan couldn't work forever for the Ethisian was quickly adapting to their antiques.
