Marcus' dismissive words enraged the Umbrashnul King, and the man held back no longer. He might have wanted to keep the stolen skills he had taken from Marcus, but he could not allow himself to be delayed and insulted any longer.
He was the ruler of his people, and he had both his pride and a duty to complete.
This war against the Draayer Vampires was a long time coming, and defeat could not be allowed.
When the two of them clashed, Marcus was the one pushed back.
His inability to use mana normally hurt his capabilities across the board.
'I really took for granted how much mana is used for. Losing magic circulation is more impactful than even any of my missing unique skills.' Marcus thought as he parried blow after blow from the Umbrashnul King's spear.
Each strike held the intent to kill, and had Marcus been even slightly weaker, he would have already been overwhelmed.
