Aren stood looking at Ironclaw. Ironclaw was on his knees, he had attacked Aren only for those massive tendrils to constantly toss him around like he was a bag of tomatoes.
"Why did you kill her?" Aren asked. He looked at the man with a gaze that didn't falter, and no emotion could be seen, especially with the mask that covered his face.
Ironclaw looked up. Despite the situation that he was in, he refused to yield.
"Stage five, ack—" he tried to activate his power only for a spear to rise from the shadow down below and stab right into his throat. Blood gushed out of his mouth, he didn't die, but the shock that he received, as well as the pain, was unlike anything he had felt before.
The full summon rose from the shadows, a tall warrior lady, sleek armor and a spear in hand which she had used to stab Ironclaw.
Aren took a look at Kira who was in his hand and then looked back at Ironclaw.
