Aidan walked over to 9-Volt and kicked him over, and stared into his “sleeping” face. His left arm exerting pressure on his right to realign his bones as they knitted and his flesh regenerated at amazing speed.
“Like you said boy, only a weakling would rely on weapons and tricks.” He spat out a mouth full of blood on him and turned to Galeforce.
“So, are you planning on accepting your weakness, or are you as much of a fool as he and try to fight me at my own advantage?”
His face adorned a wide smirk his silvered fangs glimmering in the light. His golden eye glowing slightly as it met Galeforce’s, who noted that the monk’s arm was back in full fighting shape. |