Zarek and Vesper clashed repeatedly, each strike a testament that Zarek was being slowly overpowered.
He felt that something was wrong.
Something was not right.
His attacks, they were growing considerably weaker, and his opponent, somehow stronger with each strike, each block, each clash.
His opponent's movements grew sharper.
He had to retreat; it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
But this fight, he was losing.
He would lose.
And losing would mean he would die!
He had a sister to take care of.
Family responsibilities to handle.
Zarek was about manifesting a teleportation scroll to swiftly retreat several meters away.
It would not buy him enough time to escape from the current Vesper, teeming with overwhelming strength.
But at least, it could give him some time to think of something next.
He didn't think of Darkhaven, or being his ally at this point.
He only thought of one thing—survival.
If he survived, they could figure out how next to handle this fellow.
