"I think that's about enough." Scholar McIntyre's voice echoed with a solemness that hardly hid his disappointment.
Kieran paused for a moment in his follow-up attack when he heard this. But then there was a flash in his eye.
None of them liked this grand uncle of theirs. He was a stain on the family in ways that left them broken.
Of course, this was a complete exaggeration. But to a child—a real child—this sort of existential dread was already enough to be the end of the world to them.
If before Kieran was attacking to follow Grenwin's orders, now he was attacking purely to piss his grand uncle off.
There was a flash in Theron's eyes as he rolled along the ground and back to his feet. The speed of Light Mancers was quite good, so even under normal circumstances, it would take a little bit of effort for Theron to keep up with Kieran.
But right now, that speed made things even more annoying.
Theron thought for a moment, wondering what the point of all of this was.
