"AHHH!! MY EYES!!"
A screeching scream filled the warehouse. Eron appeared in front of Teren and protected him, baffling those who attacked, Seventh and Sixth.
"HELP! IT HURTS!!"
Eight was still stabbed in the eyes. Teren didn't move from his spot as if he knows that Eron will take action.
"PLEASE-!! ARGH!!"
"Seventh, Sixth, calm yourselves, if you attack Sir Teren, you will be in a worse condition."
"MY EYESS!!"
"But Uncle Eron..! Look at what that freak's doing!"
Seventh pointed with anger.
"SEVENTH, HELP ME!!"
Eron's face contorted and looked at Teren, he then asked-
"Sir Teren, could you please let Eight go?"
"Uncle Eron..!" even Sixth felt the situation was unfair.
"Hm, if the two of them apologize, I will let him go."
Teren carried Eight by his eyes.
"ARGHH!! STOP WIGGLING YOUR FINGERS, YOU BASTARD!!"
