Ethan assessed the battlefield, planning to give it his all.
'I need to conserve mana,' he thought, his gaze sharpening. 'And I can't afford to take too much damage.'
That left him very restricted as an individual.
Wolfy ran amok around him, while Talon was a blur of motion, attacking independently. Both his beasts were protecting him and doing a good job of it, but that left him feeling useless.
His only active weapon was Beast Impact, and it was powerful, but almost too much so. If he used it recklessly, his own body would give out long before that of the beasts did.
So, for a brief moment, Ethan held back and observed.
His eyes naturally locked back onto Darius, who was a force to be reckoned with.
"Damn, son."
This was the first time he had truly seen a skilled and somewhat high-ranked Titled fighting seriously, and the difference was undeniable.
