Kishor paused, realization sparking in his eyes, then roared with laughter. "Fine! If Mr. Chance wants sport, I'll watch. But if that old ghoul cheats, I'll smash his skull!"
Varek trembled with rage.
A mere Wandering immortal junior dared treat me as target practice?!
The insult burned hotter than his demonic aura. With a furious howl he quickened his claw strikes, razor wind screaming toward Jared.
Jared, utterly unruffled, slipped into an intricate footwork. His body flickered like a phantom, weaving between the rushing claws. Rather than counterattack, he studied the rhythm of Varek's power and the flow of his pestilent energy.
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