Without letting a moment go to waste, he clapped his hands, elevating his mana into a red-hot form. The flames born of his magical force were guided into the shape of a gargantuan bull, manifesting with a blind rage.
"Scarlet Charger!" Leon invoked.
As it stomped across the sky-high plateau, leaving burnt prints in the soil, the thief reached his hand out, opening the dark portal again.
The shield was returned to its unseen depths, and in its place, the man of salt-and-pepper hair withdrew a curved blade.
'A new weapon?' Leon watched.
The oddly-shaped dagger had a cerulean shade to its steel as if reflecting the ocean.
Elias stood his ground as the flame-bull approached, "I one time pissed my pants in elementary school!"
"What—?!" Leon responded in utter perplexity.
