"Wheres the elf?" Bagu asked, his voice a low, predatory rumble that vibrated in our teeth. "Has she run away to die in the woods?"
He didn't wait for an answer. Bagu began speed-blitzing the trio, slamming and swinging the three fighters against one another like ragdolls. Lord Zedd took multiple mana blasts to the chest; Greyjoy tried to counter, but his fiery resilience was brutally dismantled. When Bratan tried to sneak in a hit, he was met with a punch so hard I saw teeth fly from his mouth. They were left motionless as Bagu hoisted Zedd up by the collar.
"I guess this is all you have to offer," Bagu sneered, his voice echoing with the hollow resonance of his new form. "I require someone who can grant me a higher death—a more significant end. Since you can no longer fulfill that purpose, I have lost all interest in you."
