"A heart? Where are we going to get a heart from?" Marco asked as he turned to Loiden.
Before any of them could react, Loiden slashed Marco on the neck. Lycster flinched. Vy came to his side and shielded him from seeing what happened next. Aether did not move, watching the grave robber tear off his comrade's shirt as blood gurgled and splattered out of the neck wound.
Poor Marco was too in shock to realise what was going on. He reached out his hands in a feeble attempt to stop Loiden. All it warranted was a punch to the face, knocking Marco out cold.
"I owed you that much," Loiden muttered.
Vy could not believe what had just happened. She looked over to Aether with the same shocked expression, he too was bewildered by what was going on. Never did any of them ever thought the situation would turn out like this.
"You could have aimed for one of us," Vy commented, she could no longer bear the silence.
