Aldéric lowered his head to look at his suit, which had been cut open. This made him realize that even though he had relatively dodged on time, he could have taken some serious damage if he wasn't so fortunate.
Three uses of his ability! Seven more to go! But seeing as he had no intention to use up his seven remaining chances, he stood on using just five, meaning he had only two uses left.
"How did you predict my attack, young master? I am curious." He began to walk in circles.
Draven cocked an eyebrow. "Don't speak to me." His tone was filled with nothing but hate and disgust.
This actually had Aldéric coming to a momentary stop. He frowned, displeased by Draven's attitude. "You are cocky, Your Highness, I don't like cocky people. Now, I just want to kill you even more!"
With that, Aldéric disappeared.
