"So, who is this Enryon bastard?" Augustus asked, staring at the shadowy silhouette sitting on the boulder in the distance, her hair floating in the wind, "I need to find him."
"Hopefully you've rested enough." Myliaon started, turning to stare at Augustus out the corner of her eyes. The light that shone in them were surreal, "I want that rematch."
'In your dreams,' Augustus nearly rolled his eyes, but he maintained composure with the most polite smile worn on his face as he observer her, "You haven't said a word yet."
"Oh, about that man?" She turned around, chuckling away, "It's not that I am scared or anything but he's too much of a threat for you to be bothering about at this your level."
"Scared?" Augustus held on to that word, lifting a brow as he fell into deep thought, 'I don't think hunting Enryon would have been C-rank if he is a higher tier threat than that.'
