As usual, Kael's mask was impassive as he stared at Azaroth, but he didn't care; he shrugged and walked back to his position, ignoring the captain and the others.
"You didn't have to do that, Azaroth!" Alex said, his eyes narrowed with anger.
"I don't have to, but I did."
Stallus didn't look angry; she just rubbed her stomach with her hands, looking at her discarded weapon. She was muttering slowly to herself.
"What do you think you could have done better, Stallus?" Kael asked.
Azaroth sat, his sword beside him as he waited for her reply. He kept feeding his weapon with essence all the while. He checked his two cores; the normal one was less full than the chaos one.
"Strength," her blue eyes sparkled as she grimaced. "I need to get more strength in my body. I am fast, but I lack strength."
