"AAAGH!" Erenduill screamed in agony while he desperately clutched his chest and scratched my foot in desperation.
Weird. I didn't feel pity for him. If I was in his position, surely I wouldn't be pitying myself, too. After all, we were both fighting for our own cause, right? It should be logical to face the consequences, both good and bad.
I stared down at him with a cold gaze, very contrasting with his face that adorned this mix of pain, panic, and... Fear.
Huh, although I didn't feel sorry for him, not even one bit, I wasn't exactly happy watching him suffer, too. It was just... It felt natural that in a fight, there would be a winner and a loser. Or maybe just losers on both ends.
