Chapter 93: Familiar faces
"You little brat… see if you can run away this time!"
Irwin felt his anger surge up as he stared at the sorcerer. The previously neat, luxurious robe was stained and torn in places while scratches and mud dotted his face. Still, the dark eyes glittered malevolently as they stared at him.
For a moment, Irwin thought about talking, then he triggered Eyes of Blaze in as narrow a beam as he could. The world turned red as two tight beams of roaring flame shot at Hult.
The sorcerer snorted, and his form dissipated into a dark shadowy form.
Irwin had been expecting it and readied himself to follow some form of dark cloud. But as he waited, there was nothing. A soft whistle was followed by sharp objects poking his face a few inches from his eyes before falling down.
How?
Irwin looked around, just catching Hult on another balcony before he vanished in the shadows.
"Your skin is tough. I'll give you that. So here's my final warning."
Irwin jolted as Hult's voice came from right above and behind him. He turned around to find Hult there with a raised hand and a nasty grin.
"See if your skin can stop this," he said as his hand glowed as he activated one of his cards.
A strange coldness rippled around Irwin's skin, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. His eyes bulged as he tried to get air in his lungs. Feeling a slight bit of panic, he jumped back. Hult followed him, hand raised and a nasty smile on his face.
Whatever skill he had that was taking away Irwin's breath wasn't fading, and Irwin grabbed at his chest.