"Frost stop!!!" Moments before the blade of Frost's glaive reached Taka's undefended neck Leo shouted out. Leo and the rest had finally caught up with Frost and were standing at the room's entrance.
Whoooosh
Frost tensed his arms, rapidly bringing his glaive to a halt, generating a strong gust of wind. The blade's edge rested a single millimetre from Taka's neck, yet to draw a single drop of blood.
Frost was annoyed, although he stopped his swing with much difficulty, he wasn't happy. He turned around to face Leo with fire in his eyes.
Leo's mouth twitched and a cold sweat accumulated down his back when his eyes met with Frost's.
"They're not enemies please lower your weapon." Frost stood still entering a stalemate with Leo not taking his eyes off him. Meanwhile Taka still had his eyes closed as he waited for death unaware that he'd been spared.
Bruno was frozen in place, his eyes darting between Frost's glaive and Leo. He recognised him.
