"What is that psycho planning?" Obsidian mumbled and shook his head.
Not wanting to look vulnerable, he pushed himself off Lank. "Don't take this the wrong way."
"Aggh!"
Obsidian's head whipped in the direction of the sound. To his surprise, he watched Nix rip off the hand of the very collector that Lank had engaged with earlier.
"So that's how you were able to still breathe up until now." Obsidian deadpanned.
"Hey! I did hold my lot for a good time." Lank protested.
He knew how well Nix had helped him and was grateful for the opportunity, but getting the situation rubbed in his face, he didn't feel all too pleased.
"Mentor got some sort of secret weapon again?" Obsidian blurted out, tilting his head as he spoke.
"Again?" Lank caught on to that word and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. There were more things he didn't know about Nix that he suspected Obsidian knew about.
