Vorath snarled, his hatred for Azrael evident in his eyes. "You will pay for what you have done," he spat, his voice filled with rage. "I will end you."
He raised his clawed hand again and delivered another brutal strike to Azrael's already wounded abdomen. Azrael groaned louder, his strength waning as more of his blood soaked into the forest floor. But as Vorath raised his hand for a third strike, Elian came running in and swiftly blocked the upcoming strike with his hands.
This provided Azrael with momentary relief. However, Elian was only tiny in size compared to Vorath and was no match for him. Vorath glared down at Elian, caught his hand overpowering him, and with a scoff, he lifted him off the ground.
