My Last Tears (5)

Dorian's grin was wide, showing his teeth that were like cinder blocks. Plasma began to fall from the hand Dorian was blocking the lightning blast with, but it did not seem to be causing that much damage to him, if at all, he grunted and began moving forward, and with the wide grin he had on his face, Rowan knew he was enjoying every single moment, and was just toying with Rico.

"All this power, all these potential… a fucki*g rat would be at the third circle by now. If you don't show me something better than this because I am getting tired of this drudgery. I should have known better, you're not worth my time."

Dorian's hand blocking the blast suddenly transformed and extended, as thick flaming vines pierced through the lightning and into Rico's chest, stomach, and legs and with a flex tore him apart while he screamed.