Algar was equally as feverish as him. It had been a while since the big man was able to fight like this, and he relished it. But his eyes suddenly darkened. "I have to defeat you. That means I have to fight you seriously."
Atrox straightened. "A shame."
But he already had a better understanding of his strength and speed—it wasn't something to sneer at. It must be an effect of the Order Mark.
He pointed at the man. "Then I better end this in one go. Domi—!"
He didn't get the chance to fully channel his essence into the formation he was holding. Algar changed—he went from big to huge. In an instant, he was covered in an illusionary darkness overlapped with a reddish taint, then suddenly burst out.
