Holy magic
" You will meet your end today!!," Breydan pointed his sword at Ossa.
The sword shimmered as it reflected the brilliance of Frejya's constellation.
The three others did the same, their auras erupting in unison as they stared at the skeleton with palpable killing intent.
" I don't think so...," Ossa retorted, trying to sound intimidating, a bluff of some sort.
No matter how hard he tried to hide it, his eyes, which were made of soul flame, flickered in confusion and fear, his tough act fooling no one.
He was still confused as to why and how Breydan's attacks could inflict pain, and thus a bit fearful of Breydan and the other guy with the shiny sword.
" You don't need to think, you don't have the instrument to do so any way. " Breydan snickered.
" You will die here, and that's the truth!!" He added, gesturing for the other four to ready themselves.