Azaroth quickly got to his feet and ran to his sword, then faced his opponent.
Darian had a thick head because he had already picked himself up. He staggered, shook his head, then straightened. He looked angry as he turned to Azaroth.
An angry red handprint of a whip was on his face. It almost looked like a hand.
The crowd was silent. They didn't know what just happened. What they saw was Darian sending his skill, and then he suddenly flew back, and then that wound on his face.
Corvus had told him that no one could see his thread unless he wanted them to. And it seemed he was right. The Captains must have seen Darian's skill as the air ripped, but they caught nothing of Azaroth.
"What did you do?" Darian demanded.
Azaroth raised his sword. "You talk too much."
They stared at each other. Darian was calming down now, and that was not to Azaroth's advantage because that meant the larger boy won't act rashly.
