"Pfffft."
Archon coughed up red blood as his eyes became filled with anger and anticipation. He looked towards Tyrion, who was presently picking himself out of his own crater on a mountain not far away. His body was also covered in blood, making him look like a creature with red skin. His scarlet eyes still glowed with a limitless anger.
However, Tyrion acted as if he'd suffered no wounds at all; he ignored the intense pain he must have felt, as if he were only a mere tireless doll, made only to fight.
"That bastard!"
Archon's eyes were dark as his heart let out a roaring wail. Even he couldn't help the tinge of fear in his heart as he faced against this new Tyrion.
