"You defeated me at the battle stadium, but now I will defeat you!", Mychel roared into Rhett's face.
Rhett breathed hardly, his face a grimace of shock.
He didn't know what to say or do at that point, he only stared blankly into the face of his opponent which was a gnarl, like a wolf or some hungry beast.
"How-, how-, how did you do it", Rhett asked, his voice faint and weak. "I thought you had died".
Mychel laughed. "I changed. I left the damn demon slayers and became a new slayer, a bit of both. This Ember dragon of mine possesses some rare attributes of demon beasts".
Rhett's face remained indifferent. He was thinking, how to get out of where he was, what to do, a skill, something to save his life.
