The old man behind who was silent the entire time they were bickering began to move. Contrary to what Luna had thought, the axe he would be using was not an ordinary one found on the streets.
After chanting, a bright green magic circle appeared on the ground and a weapon was slowly forming. It had a long wooden handle with intricate carvings and the wedged blade above was shining in silver color as though it was a treasure instead of a weapon.
'Ah, he must have been an excellent wood chopper,' she thought upon that irony as the people in Amon Lanc did not seem to be one who was pleased in cutting trees.
Without wasting time, the old man positioned himself below the tree, examining the right point, and threw it with ease. He wasn't a huge muscled person but with the use of magic, he was able to send it flying on the branch that was quite high compared to a human's height.
