"Whoa... Easy, easy, Lady!" Kalagar chuckled, putting his hands before him in mock surrender. "I do not really enjoy being touched, passively and actively." He added, smirking.
"Yea, right! Obviously!" Niniola rolled her eyes at him, her anger knowing no bounds.
She flung a pointer finger of the right straight at his face.
"How... Dare You?" Niniola roared.
Already, the dust had begun to clear about
Visibility was getting restored to some certain degree, making it possible to see the sprawled bodies of everyone who had gotten hit by the lightning discharge from the Lightning Sage earlier.
Groans resounded weakly from all sides where the Irunmoles were. Assassin, mercenary, lightning guards, it didn't matter. They were the ones in the thick of the fighting and so therefore, had gotten more hit than the ones they were chasing. A couple of them popped white glowing pills into their mouth, while remaining still to regenerate themselves.
