"Sound?" Bob asked.
It was a peculiar question. Who would get killed by sound? Certainly not him, since he doesn't die anyway. But that still raised the question as to why Clive would ask such a question.
"Yep. Are you ready?"
"Hah?"
Wooong~
Bob suddenly lost his balance and fell to his knees. His perception was wobbling and he couldn't understand what just happened. His world was spinning and he was falling dizzy, unable to tell which is up or down.
"So, how do you like it?" Clive said as he rested his sword on his shoulder.
'Huh? When did he draw his weapon?' Bob just realized. The sword Clive held was the only thing not vibrating in his vision, as if it was in resonance with his dizziness.
"Let's test your immortality, shall we?"
STAB!
BANG!
