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The damage healed rapidly, bones repairing and realigning themselves, but it hardly mattered. This body was, in part, intangible now. The break in his neck felt more like a simple stretch than an actual injury. Koh was deterred not a bit.

But it was still a concern that the Scourge was even capable of inflicting such damage in the first place. And he knew from personal experience during their numerous sparring sessions that this man was yet capable of far more.

In truth, Koh had never once bested Gohvis.

But he had also never once unleashed the full breadth of his dormant power while under Ettol’s influence. And of course, he never before had the aid of a vengeful feldeath on his side, either.

So even though he had cause to hesitate, Koh did not. Without waiting even a beat, he dove headlong back toward his opponent.

‘Calm yourself!’ tried Gohvis. ‘If you harbor some grievance against Germal, then make it known! This fight is needless!’

Ignorance and foolishness. Koh had no time for it. He went for one of Gohvis’ hands, the one not holding Ettol’s upper body. He knew that the Scourge would work harder to keep that one away from him, so he wanted to take care of the free one first. Those punches were dangerous, after all, and with his other one filled, this hand was the only real concern.

Apart from the tail, that was, which barreled into his ribcage, breaking more bones. But Koh endured it this time, not letting himself get pushed back. His teeth found the hand and bit down with ravenous force, tasting fresh blood.

Again, the skin resisted. The bone, too. Refusing to be bitten cleanly through. He had to gnaw on it, which left more time for the tail to pummel him again in the torso.

And more, as well. Some kind of concussive force on his skull. An intense weight, trying to slow him down. A psychic attack, most likely.

Koh ignored it.

The hand came free. Down his throat it went. Taken care of. And he moved on to the other one, where Ettol was waiting. The tail was still lashing at him, but Kallmakk’s shadow was wrestling with it now, softening its blows, turning it around.

And there was fire, too. Red-orange flames from somewhere. Blazing heat all over his body.

Koh ignored that, too.