Ning moved back and stared at his sword which had a dent on what should have been the edge. The blade of the sword itself was bent, so he tossed it aside.
"You're quite good at this," Gerrin said with a not-so-happy face. He was angry at the sight of his men dying.
Ning looked toward Carlos who was next to the wall of the house. He seemed to have struck the wall and couldn't move anymore.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," Gerrin shouted as he sent out a massive burst of fire on Ning's way. Ning ducked at the last second, and the fire darkened the outer wall with black residue.
"Who are you exactly? Are you part of our gang too?" the man asked.
"I'm not with your little gang," Ning said. "He was just giving me a job because I needed one."
"Oh, nice lie," Gerrin said.
"I'm not," Ning said.
"Are you now?" Gerrin asked. "Whatever. It doesn't really matter, does it? After all, You killed my people, so all you can do now is die too."
