Killian met that stare without flinching.
A faint smirk touched his lips. It amused him, even if he couldn't spare any funny bones in the current situation.
"Didn't you want to play?"
The orc priest staggered, and one knee bent to the ground as Killian pushed him further down. His regeneration slowed at his shoulders, and his eyes gradually widened in panic
His glare softened to almost a plea.
Killian lessened the pressure, letting him rise on one knee, then forcing him back step by step.
'Now it was working.'
His left hand compressed his flames into a thin focused point that sucked the air around it. In one movement, he slammed his bat against the orc priest's head, pushing him against a pillar.
The flames also released from his palm, piercing through the air and slicing the neck of a younger orc priest who was cautiously forming a fireball. He dropped instantly, a smoking hole burned through his neck.
