The sun had set on the horizon, leaving a purplish sky filled with peeking stars. Night wasn't far behind, hence, Emery had to press for answers from these murdering bastards.
"Asshole! Get over here and kill this son of a—ahhh!"
He twisted the pierced blade in between the marauder's chest and shoulder. Emery said with a cold voice to the marauder's companion who was withdrawing a sword from the horse, "Stay there, or I'll kill him."
"So, the boy got lucky. I can't believe you lost against a milk drinker, brother," said the marauder, not even hesitating to walk closer.
"Stop, I said or I'll cut his head off!"
"Kid! I don't believe you. You ain't have the guts," said the marauder's companion with a wicked smile.
"You fucker! I'll get you for this! Graaahhh! Stop, please! No more!" begged the kneeling marauder.
"Come on, I dare you," the marauder's companion again challenged Emery.
