The Bishop didn't look over. So focused on his séance, maybe he didn't notice at all.
But that wasn't the case for Sir Pebble. He instantly looked over with a frown, gripping his broad sword's hilt. He yanked it upward, his expression instantly becoming gloomy.
When he saw that it was actually Grey, there was a brief moment of surprise before it was replaced by resignation.
"Not cool, dude."
Grey wasn't in a talking mood. His Forces left streaks of black in his wake, his footprints leaving imprints of foul darkness as he accelerated forward at his fastest speed.
A speed that was no longer so pitiful at all.
Sir Pebble's eyes flashed in surprise, almost not getting his sword up in time. He had a lazy, languid style that made him seem almost too laid back for how powerful he was.
Grey planned to take full advantage of that.
