115 New Party

  "Are you alright?" the one responsible quickened her pace, "I'm fine," he patted her shoulder with the healthy arm. "I guess you truly are the heir to the god of death," as if she didn't believe it before, Achilles was now fully convinced. "Pay me no heed," the body healed, "-use that photographic memory of yours and try to implement the final lightning strike. Also, try and think of another name for it,  lightning strike shadow variant is a mouthful," he jested and walked slowly to the entrance. "Father," Eira called before he went out of view, "…" he turned and stared. "Let's do our best, that tournament tomorrow is ours," she cheered. 'Don't doubt it,' Staxius but smiled and left; the signature wave.