Sparks flew around the moment Kil's fist collided with Noel's knife. Noel rolled to the side, dodging Kil's punch that created a hole at the spot he was just.
He had lost much blood and felt less confident about fighting Kil. The only upside was that Kil had no ghosts to power himself up. From the ground to the wall, running across the floor, the fight relentlessly continued, draining more of Noel's strength while Kil was fine.
Worry flashed through Noel's mind. Was it the right decision to let Lia go? It was clear he was overwhelmed by Kil's sheer brute and needed help. But it was less important than preventing to reveal Lia's identity to Kil. Especially, not letting him catch on that she was the user of the power controlling the undead.
Fickle couldn't even begin to describe it. Noel was lost in his thoughts for only single second, enough for Kil to close the distance between them.
"Just give up," Kil's face was dangerously close to Noel's.
