The assassin gasped, feeling the insane bloodlust rushing out of Arad. Even though he looked like a human, his glare resembled that of a large beast.
"Do you think you can protect them? It's only a matter before you run out of steam." The assassin grunted, pointing his dagger at Arad.
"You talk a lot," Arad smiled, lifting his sword. "No one will get hurt while I stand here." He lifted his blade above his head, and sparks of red flame ignited it.
The assassin blinked. ^I saw that before.^ It didn't take him longer than a blink to notice, and the fine hair on his body stood.
^It's that bastard who came here several years ago and almost killed Lord Xaviin.^ He could see Alcott's image in Arad, lifting his blade with zeal.
"Action Surge!" Arad growled. BOM! His sword exploded with a burst of flames.
VROOM! BAM! Arad bent his knees and jumped into the sky after the assassin, swinging his blazing blade.
A new problem is coming, Eris, The funeral parlor mortician.