Araan looked more than pissed and glared back at me. I wanted to laugh at his smug enraged face. But before I could do so, he brought out a knife. It was my knife.
"So you-"
"Who else could it have been?" He played with it while controlling his urges to scream from the pain.
It was awfully comical if nothing else.
Before he could regain his composure a volley of flame arrows descended upon him. They came from the sideway.
"Lianne?"
Lianne was there and the fireball had pierced the wall. If the wall was that fragile then what was the point in evoking it?
Through the new-made hole, came four individuals: Lianne, Jowy, the old man, and Alisa.
They came rushing to my side.
"Jowy!" New rage boiled within me.
"Forgive me for the act but if I hadn't done that then things wouldn't have gone so smoothly and we'd have never been able to get that confession from them," he said.
