Chapter 83: Take It With Honor!
Darian held the glowing artifact for a second. Then he just put his hands behind his back and stared at the bastard squirming on the ground with both hands between his legs.
Unfortunately, he couldn't kill him now. But maybe that was even better. He could make him suffer slowly until the very end.
Thirty seconds later, Raon had calmed down and stood up, face twisted in pain.
Meanwhile, Leander and Veyle kept attacking, forcing the other enemies to stay on defense. A mage's real power only showed when they had time to set up their spells. Attacking this fast, Veyle was using less than 5% of her power. Normally, that wouldn't matter—but in this situation, it was enough to push back the two enemies who were already in a vulnerable spot.
"Looks like your time's running out, huh? How long are you gonna keep putting on this little show?" Darian said calmly, staring at Raon.
Everyone in the stands swallowed hard.
Darian snorted. "Well, I guess watching a clown is kinda fun..."
"You... you think you're gonna live long? You..."
"Pfft, you talk too much for someone with so little skill," Darian cut him off without a care, taking slow steps forward.
His eyes glinted with a cold light. It made Raon swallow nervously.
Everyone in the arena watched that rookie support in silence. They'd seen his movements earlier. He didn't look particularly strong or crazy-skilled... it just felt like he had unreal reflexes, like he knew exactly where Raon would strike right before it happened.