But that cleared quickly when the ground around where he was busted upward, cracking the surrounding area with a shower of sharpened stone.
"How...how dare you make a mockery of the palace of the Bloodscion!" The clinking of heavy metal followed the sharp voice.
Kyrexiel's groaned as he recognized the voice. Old man Reginald was his mother's guard but he had also commanded an elite protection squad.
The Bloodshield. Each is in the fourth Tier and chooses for their skills, their captain is a tall woman who wears her armor as if it were a second skin. She carried hand shields, two shields on her back and a small rounded one on her chest.
Behind her was another man with too many knives for anyone's liking.
"Just the two of you?" Kyrexiel was surprised. He thought the whole squad was pulling up. Maybe the others had gone to check up on his mother. That was their priority after all.
