Maybe I should have saved the HP potion for Violet, but the amount it healed was not substantial compared to her maximum HP. And now she was thrown to the ground, trying hard to finally stand up from the damage she had sustained during the night.
Just how strong was Kharric? There was no way he was higher level than Balor, I was sure of it.
And his speed was incredible, I couldn't follow his movements when he attacked us both times.
"So where do you fit in all of this?" He asked me with his eyes on me.
Once again, he buried his sword with a strong lunge of the blade against the ground and started to fix his gauntlets once more. Stretched his legs and rolled his head over his neck. I could hear small cracks on it.
"Tell me, who are you?" His hands returned to his gauntlets.
Why was he doing that?
"Marcel" I decided to give him the honor. I had my sword held up, the blade in front of me with the edge aiming at him.