The two intruders clashing against Nata suddenly became super wary as they witnessed their comrade's head roll to the ground.
Agitation tore through one's facial features, grotesquely contorting it.
"Hey, wait—"
Before the voice of the other could settle in his head, he dashed towards Raith, a gust of wind excitedly pushing him forward to his own death.
"You didn't need to rush so much."
The dashing intruder wasn't sure what Raith had done. He was sure that Raith was over there. Even though he acknowledged his speed, he didn't think he was fast enough to overcome that distance in such a short amount of time.
And he didn't even see Raith move!
What was wrong? What was going on? Why was he feeling a sharp pain in his belly? Why was blood pouring from his mouth?
"H-h-how?" His lips stammered.
