Darius knew he was bound to see something out of the ordinary facing a being like Pryion; he had his eyes fixed on him and his mind ready for anything the giant knight would throw at him.
Pryion unsheathed his blade, and suddenly, there was a burst of heat all over Darius. He couldn't believe that the intense heat was from an unsheathed blade.
"You should consider yourself lucky mortal, not many have the privilege of seeing Isakador unsheated. But to rid the world of filth like you, then I would do anything to honor my king."
Darius prepared himself for some reason; all his instincts told him to keep his eye on the sword Pryion wielded.
"I have seen more heat at barbecues, so why don't you get on with it?" Darius had a sly smile on his face. He pulled out the Red Cobra Blade from the inventory, about to take his stance when he felt all his senses go off.
