Rynar wiped out the sweat dripping down on his face.
Rynor was also the same as he shook out his arm, still dancing on his toes.
They stood back-to-back in the middle of the wrecked street.
Across from them stood more than twenty elders.
All of them were seriously injured, but all of them were still standing.
Rynar spat to the side.
"Damn… These guys are annoying."
An elder stepped forward, flames dancing across his sword.
"You two brats… You still think you can win against us, the real Revalis Clan?"
Rynor swayed left and right, feet tapping lightly against the broken ground.
"You call yourself the new Revalis Clan? You look more like a group of old men having a tantrum than a new clan."
The elders roared and charged.
Rynar's eyes sharpened.
"Come on then!"
He threw himself forward, punching straight into the incoming flames.
The elder blocking him gritted his teeth as the shock traveled up his arms.
Rynar smirked through the fire.
"You're slow!"
