"Seriously, can't hold yourself back, can you?"
Grugrim the dwarf muttered, shaking his head as he watched Brakka begin to move.
The Kruckle—seven feet tall, grey-skinned, and built like a nightmare walked towards Alex.
Bone-like shards jutted from his arms and shoulders, glinting under the lights like blades. His skin was rough and cracked, and every inch of him looked like it had been forged in a battlefield and never cooled down.
Sylen, the silver-eyed elf, didn't speak.
He simply watched.
Unlike the dwarf, Sylen wasn't annoyed.
He was interested in a fight between the two.
After all, Brakka and Alex were the only two people he was sure to battle.
He wanted to see them clash to analyze their strength and weaknesses.
Malik leaned against the far wall, arms crossed. His body, pitch black with glowing magma-like cracks, pulsed faintly. He didn't speak either. Just watched with an eerie glint in his eyes.
