"Hmm," his jet-black eyes stared into his soul. "Did you hurt them?" The man calmly whispered, but his murderous aura intensified.
"No..Yes....I...I don't....." Oli panted. He felt his soul being squeezed and pulled. "Ahhh....I didn't.....mean it," he gasped.
"So you did hurt them," the masked man whispered with a deadly smile. He summoned a small sword from his ring. It was shimmering green with a small lotus engraved on its hilt.
"No—please don't..i don't mean to. I'm sorry," Oli begged. At this right moment something gooey and sticky fell on his head. Mortified, Oli touched his beautifully combed hair to find puke in it. The smell…..it made him puke as well.The sword that was going to slice him open stopped mid air.
The masked man choked down his laughter, but was not able to hold it in. "Ha-ha you got puked on. Ha-ha i think it s a wise enough punishment. I was going to take your hands off for hurting my son, but i think heavens served you retribution,"
