"Boom!"
A resounding noise rang out through the warehouse as Osvaldo manipulated his venom magic to slam Bylur into the ground.
The sturdy stone floor shattered and cracked under the immense force, and a spray of rubble shot out in every direction.
"I wonder how many long you can last before I crack that icy shell of yours." Osvaldo said tauntingly.
Of course, Bylur could not hear him, currently fully in cased in ice that was surrounded by a thick viscous venom.
However, his words were not really directed at the owl he already had in his clutches, but at Aralee.
She had been keeping her distance and launching ranged attacks, but without Bylur's support she could not break through Osvaldo's defenses.
Now that the situation had changed and he had the upper hand, Osvaldo once again wore a confident smirk.