"The hell with that!" Mark yelled, alerting Flit.
The Orc raised a brow as if it was surprised.
"What are you doing?" Flit asked as he drifted below, he saw the rage in Mark's eyes. Whatever the man had in mind wasn't a good idea, and he zoomed forward to stop him.
Mark didn't respond to his question however. His eyes remained fixed on the Orc who seemed to be their leader in a glare; the orc wearing a smug look intending to enrage Mark even more.
"Go back to whatever witch's concoction you came from." The orc taunted, its grin widened. Its taunt was working and Mark was getting angrier.
First they had tried to kill a boy, then they made him feel guilty about saving a life and now he was being degraded. Mark wouldn't stand for it.
"I don't think this is a good idea." The spirit guardian cut in, he saw Mark's hands balled into fists and understood what he intended. The man would fight the orcs all by himself.
