Charon lay on the floor, too stunned to move or speak.
'I didn't even see him…'
Emerius had beaten him easily, throwing him across the room with a single punch and then playing with him like he was a toy. If he had wanted Charon to die, he could have easily killed him.
He wasn't sure there was anything he could do to stop him.
Holding the Mask of the Jester above himself, Charon saw that the expression had changed, morphing into a thin pressed line.
'Even the gods damned relic doesn't know what to think.'
It was a terrifying event, and wasn't something he had been expecting to deal with. They had just been talking, and then suddenly it devolved into a fight.
Charon scoffed as he sat up.
'Fight? It could barely be described as a slaughter, let alone a fight! I had my ass handed to me without even making him sweat!'
The level of skill he saw went beyond anything he had seen of Emerius so far.
'What secrets is he hiding?'
