The old man was taken back a few steps, but Nero was in hot pursuit! He charged at him like a bull, about to strike again. His fist clenched tightly as he aimed it at the old man's chest. The old man grasped his saber and cut towards Nero's incoming fist.
"Alistaire, what are doing over there? Come help me kill this brat!" The old man shouted as he was pushed Nero back.
Alistaire stood where he was not heeding the old man's call. He had an expression of longing. Even if they found a way to kill Nero, the old man would once again become a threat that Alistaire wouldn't handle so easily. If only… if only the unexpected happened and Nero killed the old man, then all he needed to worry about was how to escape. And Nero being busy with the old man gave him enough time to think of how to escape. Just as this thought flashed through his mind, Alistaire gave a sinister smile.
