That was it. Nymur had had it. He was done with this. He was tired of two things.
He was tired of constantly seeing his precious youngest son be attacked by people strong enough to kill him. He was also tired of Zach acting like he was the only one in the world.
He was the youngest around. Why was he talking to the Hydra like he was the boss of them all?
Nymur's grip on the handle to his sword tightened, and he stepped forward, shooting off the ground. He was not going to give the Hydra another chance to attack Zach. The conversation was over.
Nymur disappeared from the spot, reappearing right behind the Hydra with his sword raised and ready to strike. Almost translucent orange flames burned the air around his body and sword. It was the manifestation of his martial energy to one of the highest degrees.
Nymur wasn't holding back.
