"If I was in my full Iron rank then I would have been silver rank now." Arkin smiled, all his fangs flashed, and it briefly reminded Temur of Jael when he used Hermit.
But he shook his head, he had to focus. The monster in front of him is Iron rank, but it felt like it's somehow more than that, but not Silver rank. It must be the effect of the poison.
Temur tightened his hand on his sword. 'This just reminds me that if I have little time left before the poison wears off from them, then I'll be truly fucked. I have to take care of this and take this bastard with me. Somehow'
"Hey Arkin," Temur called. "If I beat the shit out of you then that monster will return to where it came from, right?"
Arkin blinked, surprised. "Well, yes, but you are just Iron. Do you think you will be able to touch even a hair on my body...?!!"
