993 Rightful Opponent

Braxten Shannazah, a man dressed in rather flashy, colorful and silly clothing, wiped the blood from his hands as he watched the gaping portal before him close shut behind the corpse of the one who had created it. It was one of the Emeradis Summoners. 

'Gave me a bit of a run for my money,' he thought. He had killed six of them so far, and he estimated that Kudobtu and her group had killed a similar number, but the rest had fled. He had sensed it. They had caught on to their fellows being killed off and retreated.

Thankfully, while this wasn't a typical victory, it did mean that the number of those summoned creatures there was now, wouldn't be increasing. At least not for now.

Braxten lazily sighed as he shot out of the way right when several of the seahorse wannabes rushed him, intent on sucking on his pure mana for a yet unknown reason. 

He grabbed the staff of the dead Summoner and held it out before chanting a rather ridiculous sentence.