Only after spitting that mouthful of blood did Lucas feel his breath become smoother.
He might have felt nothing from the fire attacks he ate during the previous battle, but the last combo that the father of Frose dished him managed to shift his organs a little and cracked some ribs from the blunt force. He did power through the inconvenience, but he didn't like feeling uncomfortable.
Through his golden eyes, he saw the crowd only then notice the additional baggage with him on the platform.
He lowered his head to look at the limp body with obvious signs of abuse of Lord Ezof that he held in his left hand by the neck.
His eyes followed the blood that dripped from it and landed on the two other bodies without life on the platform.
He threw the three meters tall alien aside, and fixed his gaze on the brown, previously dark blue, pools full of ripples of the one who had been waiting for him. It seemed that he was not the only one to have changed.
