Seth stared at the two before him, wearing a wary frown. At this point he wasn't certain which was their ability anymore.
Was it the immortality? The constant adaptation their bodies seemed to undergo after each death?
Or was it the first they used — the words made law?
He couldn't be sure. There was also the fact that since there were two opponents, there had to be two abilities, but that didn't explain the third.
Whooosh!
"Witness the might of the Divine!" The regenerated figure of the priest whisked before him, his claws drawn all the way back.
Seth blinked.
And the claws fell, carrying with them a shuddering might. The priest's lips twisted into a sinister smile.
But it stiffened, as a crack rang out. Like an egg throwing itself at a stone, his own hand fractured into an odd angle on impact.
He took unsteady steps backward, his face contorting in pain as he stared at his oddly twisted arm that looked as though he had been gifted an extra joint.
