"Wow!" Rota breathed as she watched Greylord stand over her companion, she couldn't believe it had lasted so quickly but she was impressed with the way they fought.
Alaric and Thorn had worked well together but Greylord was just too fast and strong. And she was sure they hadn't seen more than the tip of his power.
"You did well fighting me that way," Greylord said. "You should not confront your opponent head-on if they are more powerful than you. Use tricks and win. Only those who survive tell the tale." Then he turned to the wall covered by the weapons he collected from his dead opponent as if proving a point.
Belialthorn grunted and grimaced as he rubbed his swollen nose, he had tried to defend his face but the kick had still sent his eyes rolling. "Well, our "tricks" were countered by you."
