His face, having been so full of arrogance, was now a mask of terror. His body, so confident in every move, in every attack, now laid broken in a pool of his blood. The wizard’s eyes seemed to stare towards the horizon, as if still hoping for a way to path of escape.
Rivka sighed. Another weak one.
He grew tired of the countless people who thought to be a match for him, throwing themselves at him in a futile effort to bring him to justice.
Justice. Rivka scoffed.
Just like what Lloyd preached, despite his extreme hypocrisy.
Unlike these worms, however, Lloyd was strong, his lightning making for a brutal challenge. He still remembered their last battle, the rush of adrenaline he got whenever he attacked, the sound of thunder accompening Lloyd’s every counter.
The mere thought of facing him again brought him excitement, his magic energy reacting in kind.
But this was not the time to reminisce, as his deadline for meeting with Angel was drawing closer. He calmed himself, willing the shadows to return to their rightful place before heading towards the beach, leaving the body for the scouts to find.
(Just a small something I decided to write; feel free to give criticism)