You're too ugly!
Too ugly!
Ugly!
Ugly!
...
Dennise's crisp voice echoed through the embassy hall, as the knight within the giant painting had his hand frozen midair, and the air itself seemed to solidify at this moment.
Huff, huff.
Heavy breathing rose as the knight's body trembled repeatedly, and blood sprayed from his blurred face as if he were spewing blood.
Then, in anger, he drew his long sword, about to stab Dennise from within the painting.
But a broad-bladed, short-handled machete was faster.
Schlick!
A top-down slash directly split the giant painting in two.
The knight's figure in the painting trembled a few times, then lost its liveliness.
But,
it wasn't over.
The attendants standing behind the knight caught fire at this moment. They raised their heads, looking over the canvas at Jason and Dennise hiding behind him, as grimaces gradually emerged within their hollow eyes.
Then, they reached out their hands.
Schlick, schlick.
