Afaro chuckled, raised his hands and tied his long hair back in a ponytail. The way he was acting was a signal that he was not afraid of them.
He gripped his trident tightly in his hands, lifted it high and then slammed it down on the ground really hard. The building started to tremble and a crack was formed.
Through it, water started to trickle through various small holes at a rapid speed, flowing into the arena. All of it was drawn towards Afaro like a magnet. The more water he gathered, the more confident Afaro became and the smugger he appeared.
Alix and the captain didn't move, they hung back patiently, waiting for Afaro to exhaust his tricks. With all that Alix had done to trim his ego and make him feel powerless, he was desperate to prove himself.
Afaro raised his hands and the water he had collected rose around him, forming a protective wall.
"This still won't save you." Alix told him.
"You are a coward." he answered.
