Berserk Bloody Bear
"Morph your hands again, let me see." Erian walked closer to Bradon wanting to get a closer look as he asked.
Bradon expression immediately changed hearing what Erian had just asked. His face turned ugly. "You want to observe me like a test subject and determine how I was able to do it?"
Erian nodded his head, not bothering to hide his intention. But Bradon shook his head and responded decisively. He would never let anyone see through his talent. "Impossible."
Asking him to do that was like asking him for his greatest treasure, one that he wasn't willing to share.
"Either that or you lose one arm. Choose carefully." Erian's voice didn't hold any form of threat. His tone throughout was casual, as though he was only speaking with an acquaintance.