Atticus watched as Aric's battered arm healed as quickly as it had formed.
"You okay?" Atticus asked.
"Lucky shot." There was a frown on Aric's face. He had been caught off guard by the sudden power boost of the twin.
Another streak of light tore into the area and landed beside the High Marshal in a force that shattered the ground. Atticus's eyes landed on the twin of the man he had just killed, identical, down to the bald head.
He was more battered than Aric, spotting crimson blood around him. Atticus held back a smile. The berserker must have given him a run for his money.
"You killed him," the twin spat, looking at Atticus with pure hate. He had felt his twin's death, and he looked every bit ready to tear Atticus apart.
"Enough."
High Marshal Dronvet's cold words stopped the twin, who had been about to move.
"Atticus will be my opponent. I will grant Kelasinus the revenge he deserves."
The twin clenched his teeth and stepped back after a second.
