Inside the palace, the fight between Lu and Holn against Sal was reaching its climax.
"Fuck!" one last desperate attempt of Sal's was pushed back by Lu's hose.
Sal fell to the ground and panted, "I swear I'll kill you all and enter the Ghost King's eyes in good grace."
Yet Sal was too weak to move.
Holn hovered over the youth and blinked at Lu, "Should we kill him? Should we? I feel bad for him!"
"I'll kill you!" roaring and baring his teeth was the only thing Sal could do.
"Well, he'll kill us," Lu answered after watching Sal struggle.
"Really? You think so? He's quite pitiful like this. I feel bad."
"Don't feel bad of the enemies," Lu reprimanded Holn who pouted.
Sal had to endure his opponents casually debating whether he could live or die. As if they had the right to do so! But they had because Sal was right now powerless.
