The strength of Nestor 's men would cease and he would take the opportunity to push them away abruptly to pounce on Draven , as a reaction he would create a golden shield to protect himself but it would be in vain because the strength of the minotaur was incomparable. The impact would break the crystalline shield of the taller one causing an impact wave which would move both of them about 6 meters away.
The necronix and the minotaur looked at each other, they hated each other and were willing that their position not be humiliated by the other while Akira and the worried men of Taras would be spectators.
—Don't worry, this rivalry between them has to end or else there will be more intense confrontations than the previous ones. The doctor said crossing his arms.
—It's a good idea, use this opportunity to improve your attacks. - Commented a dark-haired man with olive-colored eyes.
Akira would guide his gaze to said man and see that he had the same demean
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