Riven was feeling charged up as he watched the fight. It was as if lightning ran in his blood. "This is the type of power I want!"
He knew he wouldn't even be able to get close to them without getting cut up. The aura pressure he was feeling was like a heavy weight on his neck.
He had even forgotten the pain in his body as he watched them greedily. "When will I be able to fight like them? When I reach their ranks, I bet I will be able to pull more than this off."
Then he swallowed, wincing as his throat flared in pain. "But that's only if I survive."
The fight between the two had somehow dissolved into one where the other was trying to catch the one. Zandrel was flying from one place to the other like some kind of spider monkey while Malum was covered in an umbrella of flesh as several threads tried to get to his body.
Riven frowned. "Which of you is going to break this cycle and fight each other again?"
