Apologize

The wind raged, tens of formations spun violently behind Dyon, their formation slowed so that everyone could witness their construction.

Ores looked back, a serious expression surfacing on his face.

"You've done a lot of things to piss me off. First you try to take a five-year-old as your concubine. Then you insult my friend's beauty. And now you have the face to insult my lineage?"

BANG!

A weapon's hell array completed, immediately firing a spear of unparalleled speed towards Ores.

Ores Roared, brandishing his axe and swinging to block.

BANG!

Ores flex backwards, sliding across the stage to finally stop at its edge.

"You've got a lot of nerve. Is the Grimbold family so great?"

BANG!

A spear sped forward again, tossing Ores cleanly off the main stage and tumbling into the neutral areas of the coliseum. But, Dyon didn't have any intentions of stopping.

"Wasn't I weak? Wasn't I subpar? Wasn't I unworthy? Give me your axe oh great one"

BANG!