Luke stared down at Marge, cold and expressionless. With a wave of his hand, black tendrils struck from his aura. The Rabbitkin screamed and flailed as they ensnared her and penetrated her soul.
Luke stalked past her without another glance, his lips tightening in a frown as Alex stumbled to his feet.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't you know I'm a hero?" Alex asked, summoning his sword in his remaining hand. "I don't care who you are, or how lucky you got with that sneak attack. Do you really think you can defeat me?"
Even wounded as he was, with blood pouring from his wrist, Alex's tone held pride.
Luke's response was a blade of darkness, erupting from the ground beneath Alex's feet. The fire hero stumbled away from it, but it caught the side of his leg, slicing effortlessly through his defensive technique.
"Gah, what's up with you? Showing up and attacking out of the blue. Have some honor, damn filthblood," Alex muttered.
