"Mmm... Isn't it strong enough?" — Virelor is used to think, talking to himself in his mind constantly. He is quite vulnerable with his bare chest. Yet, there's no possibility for him to retrieve the lians to defend.

Sssswooosh! — Swish! — Whack-Whack-Whack!

"I have to use everything I have..." — His lians, his spear. Only that is enough to stop Reimond from advancing. Because if he closes the distance... "The spear will gradually lose its advantages, while katana will gain" — Shift that will break the balance, and thus he's as good as dead... Well, more dead than he already is.

Whap-Whap-Whap-Whap-Whap-Whoosh! — Whack-Whack-Blam-Blam-Whack! — Clang-Sskreee!

"There's one thing I have in my sleeve though..."

The sounds of collision of metal with metal, impact of steel on fiber — the battle is at its peak. But it's not enough for Reimond to lose his guard. A shiny object flies right into his head...

Too slow — Tsk! — Yet, due to the constant flow of the attacks, he was able to break it only in front of his face — Phshht — A cloud of purple smoke fills the air, Reimond involuntarily inhaled the gas and fell...

"Too bad, I had to waste this potion..." — Virelor's thoughts were interrupted by his own speech Virelor: "Arise, fool. Your Master's order is to fight the rest of the idiots."

Reimond slowly stands, not saying a word, and turns away from Virelor. He walks...

Virelor: "I can't be sure about his strength, of course... Of course, it'll be better for me not to be close to that blue weirdo."