"So am I and I can still beat ten of you." Aurelius's patience was wearing thin by the second. Doesn't this boy have self-preservatives?
Aldor's mouth flattened and he was about to raise another protest when the portal—door shimmered and another person entered the room.
Ryfus recognized the aura that joined them immediately and turned to meet it, he felt anger coiled his inside like a whip strung tight, ready to unfurl.
The Third General and Commander of the Knightnigh, Rowan Trista. He was a thin man with a weary look, he looked at Ryfus with shock, surprise ripping through his features.
"Think I'll be dead by now?" Ryfus asked, a sneer forming on his mouth.
"I thought you'd ignore the summon." His voice was just like him, thin.
"And miss all this drama?" Ryfus's voice was flat.
Rowan twitched and sighed. "You should have."
