"You know too much."
Zariel regarded a curious eye toward the stranger. He was an older gentleman a little past his prime. Still, his aura was like a pristine blade, sharp as it was dangerous. He was impressed. It was the first time he'd seen anyone outside of Beowulf who'd carry the skill necessary to obtain the second form of a Spirit Domain: Shadow Heart.
"Do you think you can defeat all of us?" Zariel asked him.
Kesric gave a long smile, vanishing. Zariels pupils shrank at the blade centimeters from his iris as he raised his palm, catching Kesric's by the wrist. The ground between these two fractured, shattering like stone, as two opposing forces fought the other.