This was all amazingly impossible. Wolx only sat still, and focused his breathing. Allowing his body to recover faster. He was increasingly annoyed by the scene playing out before him. Was Jerihco going to talk to him or just be the savior of the day, ad bring Vlakyrie into his arms. Taking up the role as the grand hero. Shoting down Wolx as the one in the wrong. he didn't know what was right or wrong himself. All he knew was that he had a large urge to kill Valkyrie, and shortly after, himself.