Asura stepped towards the door, his eyes narrowing with a feeling of irritation growing inside his chest. These bastards were not only trying to interrupt his quality time with Xavida. But they wished for her to return to that hell.
'I will tear them apart.'
[Our unit will be there within ten minutes, commander! Please wait.]
[Good.]
Asura looked up and grinned, the flaming sword vibrating in the air.
"Let's get this over with."
With a flicker of magic, Asura twisted the doorknob, flinging the door open to reveal the group of seven men. In a heartbeat, he snapped his fingers, unleashing a blade of explosive black fire towards them, the air crackling with the imminent clash.
In the brief space of time between the door opening and his attack, the men had less than a second to react. Only one reacted in time to counterattack. The central member, a man in his thirties, raised his hand to intercept the blast of flames with an orb of water.
