"Enough! You two! kill them!" shouted Saron.
Malik taunted the swordsman with his hand, "Come at me."
His towering figure was almost as twice as the swordsman but the size was not his ultimate forte. The bearing coming out of his body was igniting the killing intent of the swordsman as the latter immediately leaped forward with a single step.
His eyes glint as he was under Malik's nose before the curved sword was swung against the latter's neck. "Die quietly."
Malik smirked as he pulled his neck, avoiding the fatal strike by a hair's breadth. He immediately furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance as he noticed one single hair of his beard was actually flying away from his chin. (....Fuck...) thought Malik before he raised his knee.
