The phlegmatic Arcosian of decent build and dark hues of crimson and black held a finger up to you, the cold air brisk in both of your pairs of ears as his golden eyes almost glowed.

Soon, his ki began to flare in his index finger, signifying a soon culmination of a Death Beam… but he was a far smarter fighter than he looked.

”Surrender, or die an obstacle I’ll forget tomorrow.”