Chapter 103: Old man.
For the first time in his lives Lee saw an old man this strong. Arax easily lifted the tortoise shell with one hand while Lee earlier had to crawl under it to hide, not capable of moving it.
Nevertheless, the guy was old. The fight didn’t last that long, but Arax’s red face was full of wrinkles, his hair was white, and even his horns seemed to become smaller and looked somewhat crooked.
"What happened?" Lee asked.
"No time!" Arax said, "Quickly, come! Save Thorax!"
Those were the words Lee was afraid to hear. Arax might have overused the power of the sparks and become old, but there was no way he could outrun him yet in attempt to escape.
"Where’s Jiraxa?" Lee asked.
"She ... didn’t make it ..." Arax slightly deflated, pointing at a puddle of dirt at the side, but then pulled himself together, and ran towards the hill-sized beast that was once his opponent.
Lee froze, gawking at the scene, trying to comprehend how exactly it was possible for him to kill it alone, but Arax’s repeated calls brought him back to reality. He glanced towards the spot where the remains of Jiraxa were supposed to be, and shivered, and a feeling of dread overtook him.
Obviously the beast stomped her to death and now there was nothing left, except a puddle of gore. Not that Lee cared for her – he was scared to find out what happened to Thorax.
During the past month he played the following scenario in his mind multiple times, preparing for the inevitable, but suddenly he had the premonition it was not going to go as well as he hoped. Nevertheless, he didn’t have better ideas, thus he played the role he practiced all this time.
"Don’t touch him! Let me see first!" Lee jogged towards the spot Thorax was supposed to be, pretending to be worried about him, but almost stumbled when realized Thorax wasn’t in much better condition than Jiraxa. In fact, Lee felt he should’ve better shared her fate, because the guy was clearly in agony.