"....Once for all?" Lucifer, clutching his spear, directed a narrowed gaze towards Lucian.
He had not expected this audacious statement from him; over the past few months, Lucifer had observed enough to realize that Lucian was smart—definitely not the type to underestimate the strength Lucifer had displayed thus far.
As he stood there, recalling how they had been forced out of their territory because of the black rock Lucifer had been using, he noted that their supply of that weapon had been completely exhausted.
The Smithy people had been unable to find more.
'…Damn this bastard,' Lucian thought, watching as Lucifer tended to his wounds with one hand while the other was poised, sensing the fear that was beginning to materialize around him.
Lucian felt a pressing urgency to act, having challenged Lucifer in hopes of provoking him into making rash decisions mid-fight.