Cliff gritted his teeth before he muttered he called out, "Borton!"
"Hmph!" Borton made his move before arriving behind Lyon in under one leap. He raised his hand to a chopping form before aiming against his unguarded nape.
Right at that moment before the piercing wind could reach Lyon's skin. Cliff saw a condescending smirk on the face that was choking his breath before his figure was pulled toward him and Borton's chop sunken in Cliff's face.
