222 Griffin

Nobody moved except for Thal shouting and writhing on the floor, the big man had thrown away his hammer and he gripped his shoulders tight with his other hand.

"I don't want to fight him," Seraphina said in a whisper. She was at Grade 7 and she just saw a supposedly low level beat two Grade 8. It wouldn't make sense for her to fight as well. "I'm not fighting you." She said loudly.

Belialthorn studied her and nodded then he focused on Griffin but the caster was frowning at him, both in a confused way and with a glint of challenge Belialthorn knew too well. He didn't didn't need to ask him.

"Alaric, why don't you give him a potion?" Belialthorn waved towards Thal.

"You shouldn't have hit him that hard," Alaric said but he jumped down from the platform with one of the newly acquired potions in his hand.

"I didn't know he was that weak."