"Then step aside".
'what's up with him?'. This Earl of a boy seems hellbent on fighting him. Frankly Zephyr didn't even want to be here.
Merin just kept talking about honour, not letting them win. Honour— what the hell is that, apparently he had won a battle he didn't even know he was fighting— Not letting them win, he couldn't care less if they won or not.
He kind of zoned off mid way through he speech and when he regained awareness, he just nodded, not even knowing what he was nodding to and bam, he was here.
"Is that fine by you". Zephyr regained awareness to realize he had been staring at Earl all this while.
"Hmm I don't really care". Zephyr replied with a shrug. His second art had given his confidence, confidence to walk out of this fight uncharted.
"Then here I co—
Earl barely finished his sentence before the podium beneath Zephyr's feet exploded in a spiderweb of fractures.
Zephyr surged forward, scythe dragging behind him like a reaper's oath made manifest.
