Fred continued to wait for Zylus; he didn't budge, and he was still in the same, horrifying state, now angered by what he had failed to do.
"It's my fault you're dead," Fred whispered, "Now Zylus, come here!"
"Zylus? You're still fighting?" Clare asked, but didn't get a response, "Come back at once!"
Zylus gripped onto his katana, "Sorry, Clare," he spat downwards, seeing how powerful Fred had just become, "I could just feel it."
"Feel what?!"
"I might have fun today," Zylus said, as he started rushing into Fred, his face glimmered with excitement as Clare gave up on speaking anymore, realising that nothing would get through to his muscle head.
Fred stuck his fists out, a bent form, perfectly balanced.
"Technique number two."
"He knows two fucking techniques?!" Zylus wondered out loud, closing in the distance, "Fuck that, I'll attack him before he can command it."
