"Lord Zaar," said Lord Whitmore, and opened my eyes immediately, "Who is it?" I asked, "Kraf," he said, and the formation under my feel flashed, and I disappeared.
The Grimm had taken a long to appear, but it had been fine since it had appeared. I want to fight and, if possible, kill the bastard, which would be quite difficult given its abilities, but I will try.
Soon, I appeared on the other side, above the verdant prairie.
Boom!
I looked around before shooting forward; the Grimms were also coming toward me fast, and I could have waited for it, but I did not. With its power, I will not get much action, so I might as well have some time flying; I did not get much chance to fly around the pyramid.
"Kraf," I said as I stopped in front of a huge Grimm. "Zaar," it replied.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!