Clash of Grandmasters(2)

"You sure aren't bad for an old geezer who has one leg in the coffin.." The Bald man snorted looking at the old geezer.

"You sure speak a lot, but I have yet to see your skill kid. Act more and talk less." The Old man calmly raised his staff and pointed it at him.

Max was really curious as to what that staff was made of. It could go head to head against a hammer. A hammer which was being used by a Grandmaster Mage. He surely had not heard of any such wood material used in smithing.

It certainly piqued his curiosity.

"What are you doing, kill them?!!"

Max suddenly heard a shout, and saw that there were people here wearing the uniforms of the union and there were even a few belonging to his own squad.

It seemed that they were here lurking around, and waiting for reinforcement. But, now that an opportunity was provided, they surely had come out fast.

Max sure was impressed.

"Don't kill these people.." Max said to Naze.