Sorry for the delay. I hid two puns in this chapter. Let's see how many can spot it.
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The mobsters kept the momentum they got from their combine battle cry. They charged towards the youth who dared to intrude into their own den, who dared to kill their own brothers before them.
They took out all sorts of weapons- swords, whips, sabres, daggers, hammers and maces. Elements manifested and enchanted the weapons; some engulfed fire while some whirled like a burgeoning storm, some hid themselves in a watery mist, but the most gave off an aura of heaviness- as if they would crush anything that stood before them.
Adrian remained calm in face of the incoming wave of attacks. His eyes were that of a spectator looking at a circus, his grin were that of a glutton in front of a hearty meal, and his restless claws were that of a hunter ready to snatch its prey.