"Blessed Xoris, you say...…"
The raspy voice, very unlike that of Ciaran's, replied to him comically.
Lord Gawyne gasped as he finally realized the true identity of the figure. He hid his fear beneath his suddenly composed face.
His teething words slipped out, "Kimon, where are my children and my knight?!"
The masked man seemed to be staggering as he walked closer to Lord Gawyne. Every movement he made was so awkward that it was crystal clear that he was in the worst shape possible and could easily be taken advantage of.
Lord Gawyne couldn't deny that the thought of him fighting this nerfed Kimon didn't cross his mind at all. Fortunately, he knew better than to poke a lion on its last breath.
