Cain brushed a bit of dust from his sleeve and looked straight at Elder Fang.
"Is that all you've got?"
His voice was calm, almost bored, yet it echoed clearly across the ruined courtyard.
Elder Fang's face drained of color before flushing red with anger. His lips trembled.
"Impossible," he muttered, then louder, "Impossible!"
His eyes scanned Cain from head to toe as if searching for hidden wounds. "You took Blood Bolt head on. No defense. No evasion. Not even a blood shield."
Cain gave a faint smile. "You talk too much, old man. If that was your newly mastered spell, then I am disappointed."
A ripple of shock moved through the Moonshade vampires.
Disappointed?
Elder Fang's hands trembled. "You dare mock me after I spared your life?"
"Spared?" Cain tilted his head. "I did not feel anything worth mentioning. Were you holding back because your back hurts? If you are tired, I can wait."
A few vampires gasped.
