"What do you want?" Lucien questioned. There was no point in knowing who it was when that one person had no intention of letting anyone go free.
"Me?" The coachman points to himself as though he is questioning himself. "It is simple. I want entertainment. I was bored.." He waves his hand, and many giant silver axes appear in the air. "I don't like dragging time, so let's chat when we are trying to kill each other. After all, one of us is sure to die and I'll make sure that neither of you leave in one piece."
He snapped his forefinger, and a second later, all the axes that were floating flew straight toward them.
Efthalia immediately encounters them by releasing his blue flame on his sword. He swings, and instantly, the axes are burnt into ashes before it reaches them. However, Efthalia fell on one knee, holding the sword to withstand his immediate exhaustion.