A pair of eyes glared at Naya. Her eyes showed hatred. His hands were clenched into fists until his veins showed.
"This can't be tolerated, I have to act," he muttered.
Adi signals to Naya if this is the last shot.
"Ok, one more."
Chekrik!
Kriyetttt ...
Sraakk!
"Kyaaa ... !!!"
"Watch out!" Shouted Adi.
Gubraak !!!
Collecting dust filled the air in the room. For a moment the state of the room could not be reached by sight.
"Uhuk … uhuk ..."
"Are you okay?"
A low voice sounded beside Naya, like Adi's.
"Adi, is that you?" Naya asked, waving her hand to get rid of the dust blocking her view.
The voices of people who sounded panicked, called each other to find out about the other's condition. Things were pretty chaotic.
"Yes, it's me."
Little by little the dust disappears, Naya can see Adi nearby.
"Does anyone feel sick?" Adi asked Naya.
"No, I'm fine."
Brother!
Adi put the support pole that hit his shoulder.
