It was weird.
A chuckle? Amidst this chaos? Only a truly mad man should be capable of such actions.
Yet, as Lysara and Kaelith stared at the deranged smile on Atticus' face, one that had somehow widened even further, they couldn't help but believe it. He was truly a madman.
Suddenly, Atticus' crimson armor flared, surging down his arm like a torrent of power.
Lysara's eyes barely had time to widen before it reached his blade… and detonated.
Her scream tore out as her arm was blasted off, along with a large chunk of her chest.
Atticus' chuckles rang free, wild and unrestrained. He vanished to the side, Kaelith's blade hitting nothing but empty air. With his katana now free, he brought it down toward Kaelith with devastating force.
Kaelith's eyes widened. The same question that had plagued him since the start surged again.
'What the hell is this child?'
