Predictable
Bael woke up to the very familiar sensation of wind swirling around his body. The healing card worked wonders, which is why he felt none of the dizziness or fatigue that came with a kick that would knock him out, but no spell could heal his wounded ego. Fighting him had been like childsplay to Nero. From start to end, Nero never saw him as anything more than a means to placate his father, which for some reason infuriated him even more.
"Bael, you are no longer a child, so why are you acting like one?" the commander asked, his massive figure looming over Bael.
"I am not a child, I'm a warrior!" he said through gritted teeth.