Thandor gazed silently at Azrael, his eyes narrowed momentarily, no doubt using [Inspect] to gauge his strength.
After a second, the Proven scoffed and shifted his gaze towards Isolde.
"Is this your attempt to cover for your teammate?" Thandor asked calmly. He wasn't having it that Azrael had managed to best Raven.
He was, after all, some no name and there were two Marked considered as angels behind him.
With an arched brow, Azrael pointed at the man with his scythe.
"Few use scythe weapons like me; the wounds the weapon leaves behind are unmistakable." He paused for a brief second before adding, "Also, the blood left by those that fall under its blade causes the greenery in the surroundings to grow faster."
A mischievous smile appeared on Azrael's face. "Sound familiar?"
Thandor tightened his jaw slightly, a subtle action Azrael didn't miss.
His plan was working. So he pressed on.
