Emmet stared arrogantly at Kent like the dragon she was.
Kent also held his mischievous gaze, his hammer resting on his shoulder. He looked calm on the outside, but inwardly, he was wary of this lady.
For the first time in a long time, Kent knew this battle was lost; he could not win.
But that didn't mean he was scared to fight it. While he couldn't win, he also wouldn't make things easy for the Primordial, who, at the moment, looked down on him like he was a bug.
At worst, he only needed to hold on for an hour, and Mjolnir would come to help him. In other words, the battle could only last for an hour, and then the winner would be determined.
But one hour was such a long time for someone like him to survive the wrath of a Primordial.
