Perish

Shouting, he knew irrational attacks would result in demise and he must scrutinize his actions and save his closed ones.

"Hmph, what a pathetic attempt," Zirkos smirked, placing his hand over his waist.

"You-" 

Xerxes was about to go after but Zirkos extended his hand to halt him and stepped forth, slicing down the hands that were stopping in an instant.

'A wise decision I must say. His intentions were to save his friends from the start and not fight me,' He thought.

Shrinking his eyes, praising Zephyr for not taking senseless actions that could result in the enhancement of their agony.

"He has fascinated me," Zirkos praised, resting his hand in his pockets, giving him a complete time to escape.

"What now, My Lord?" 

"On one hand, I want to let him go but on the other hand, I want to etch my terror in him again," He exhaled, finding himself in a dilemma.