Only a few minutes had passed, Milo and his crew painfully awaited Rekior's next move. All he had done thus far was turn his back to them, leisurely walk a few paces away to stand at the bottom of the divot, or at least what was left of it, and turn to face them once more.
Milo knew, he knew full well this wasn't intended to be something rude or dismissive. But the fact Rekior turned his back to not only him, but the 4 most powerful people he knew in this life sent a shiver down his spine. A shiver so powerful he felt his entire body recoil as goosebumps traced every inch of his paling skin.
It was nausea inducing.
Milo peered across the line of fighters, each one sporting the same twisted frown coupled with the tinge of annoyance tugging at the corner of their eyes.
'Rekior might actually die here'.
