Ackster's body filled to the brim with enough power to expel Mazar's curses and restore it to its peak. Without giving Mazar any time to react, Ackster started punching the shield he clung to like a leech. Or maybe Mazar hadn't needed to react.
Ackster's strikes didn't cause the shield any tremors, even when infused with the full brunt of his vitality, mana, or martial arts. Mazar's strength was the greatest of anyone Ackster had ever encountered. Not even Trana would be this unbothered if Ackster went all out.
A cramped grin of stress, fear, and excitement found its way onto Ackster's face as he met Mazar's calm eyes, seething with composed rage.
The lone Breath he had shot out was still enough to compete with Trana's full power. But it looked like Trana was finally outlasting it, so Mazar glanced in her direction.
'Good, look away like the cocky piss-drinker you are.'
