The Glutton's body bounced up and then flipped in the air, his back landing heavily as he finally glided to a stop.
Sylas didn't pursue. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but instead because he had felt something odd shift in the air when he decided that he had understood enough about the Glutton's combat style to press.
'His Will changed.'
The Glutton slowly picked himself up, snapping his leg back into place. A rolling brown energy came from him, his crimson gaze locking onto Sylas with a raging calm.
The fury within him was practically palpable, but it didn't feel like anything had changed at all. The others couldn't understand why Sylas hadn't pressed his advantage and ended it. This almost felt like it was giving the Glutton a chance to give up his right to challenge.
But how would that benefit Sylas at all?
