Drawing Conclusions (Past 1)

"On top of that, you are the first person ever who tried to undress me and my shades." Mogar said.

"Too bad. I thought that maybe I could defeat your puppets with just my mind, but if I can't affect even their clothes, then I doubt that I can restrict them or inflict them damage." Despite his words, he had yet to stop his endeavor.

"I might consider your claim as a noble pursuit of knowledge if not for the fact that you're not even trying to affect Arthan or Menadion." Mogar scoffed at the blatant lie.

"You can't blame a man for trying. I just need to touch them, correct?" He asked.

"Correct."

Morok dashed forward against the Quylla-shaped answer who looked at him in disgust as if he was a worm she had found in her meal. He unsheathed the Baby Fangs, making them take the form of twin one-handed battle hammers.