"Any last words?" Obsidian snickered, ready to let go any time soon.
Pointing in the direction of Mr. Zhao, "I think he has something he wants to tell you."
Looking to his side, Obsidian awaited Mr. Zhao's response eagerly.
Twak!
Obsidian's face was forced to the side by a rock that had struck him.
Wincing to the pain that traveled up his cheek, blood trailed down from the graze that he had sustained.
Obsidian's eyes darted in search of the perpetrator. In a blind rage, he focused his attention on Nix.
Nix raised his hand in surrender, laughing at the accusation. Although he wished he was the one who did it, there was no way for him to pick up a rock and stir trouble with his current state.
"As much as I want it to be me, it sure isn't," Nix said with a shrug.
"Liar!" Obsidian spat.
Twak!
