Green life essence rose from Doevm's body. A crooked smile appeared. It was a habit whenever he fought someone. "Just relax, young master," he urged, sarcasm oozing from his voice. "You can just chug down your family's potions all your life and become strong like that."
"Shut up!" Thomas yelled, followed by a burst of red life essence. He charged and swung wide, telegraphing his intent. Doevm twisted around the blunt spearhead and countered with a painful thrust to the chest.