"Die, Bison!" Rufus roared. The shock from seeing a living person being killed in such a horrendous manner was still fresh. Perhaps, the only way Rufus could forget about it was by killing Bison.
"It's not going to be that easy!" Bison bellowed. He shot back to his feet, his stance was extremely overwhelming. He stood still, glaring at the incoming Rufus.
Rufus was shaken to the core, and when he saw how confident as well as dignified Bison was, he froze. He failed to understand how he, a powerful leader with a combat level of over 9,000,000, was scared stiff by a severely weakened opponent who only measured a little over 4,000,000.
Like a deer in headlights, T'syai remained stationary, shivering because of fear. Be it to Abel's gruesome death, or how Bison exuded formidability just by standing stoically, or even how Rufus was shaken to the core, T'syai could not react. His mind was now flooded with only one emotion: fear.
