'There is no way I can allow somebody to attack me and my city only to allow them to get away scot-free!' That thought pushed Zaroth to go beyond his limit.
He wasn't weak. He'd prove it. At the very least, he would leave behind a heavy mental and physical scar on his enemies—something deep enough to satisfy his rage.
"You suddenly came to attack only to run like a dog with its tail behind its legs!" he roared, his odachi heading for Silver's head.
She managed to lift her left hand in time to stop the attack, her bones ached yet the ice armor remained whole, not allowing for Zaroth's odachi to draw blood and poison her.
'I need just a bit more force!' he reassured himself, he opened his mouth wide and let out a fire breath. As his mind and heart felt like they were about to split apart any second now, an instant regret washed over him.
His body, however, didn't care, running on pure adrenaline, it moved attacking with the odachi once more.
