Menace

Northern exhaled gently as the march of monsters drew closer. He twirled Grengar and glared forward, a wicked light igniting in his blue gaze.

However, Ryan stepped in front of him, causing Northern to frown slightly and ask, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm better suited for handling things like this."

Northern narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Ryan slowly extended both hands forward like a maestro, closing his eyes. "I guess you haven't seen the peak of ice manipulation. I'll show it to you."

He fell silent and waited.

Behind him, Northern relaxed from his ready stance and took two large steps back, keenly observing the quieter warrior.

He was curious. He knew how impressive Ryan's talent was, but he didn't know if he had ever seen it at its best.

Perhaps this demonstration would be the deciding factor in whether to forsake five talents for this single one.

He watched attentively.