The glint in Elisa's eyes turned even more dangerous, seeing Sol didn't do anything and just merely stood. Her voice pointed and not holding any kind of weakness, she ordered once more, "I said drop your weapon. Sol."
With clenched fists and gritting his teeth, Sol cursed under his breath and finally dropped his weapon.
Elisa turned to the person behind her. Gin was still panting heavily, the crazed expression still heavily written on his face as he went still on his knees, seemingly at a loss and confused at himself. The rage penetrated his eyes, blinking and glinting in red as though they were about to be awakened again.
Elisa rose her hand, not wasting any more time as she slapped Gin's face.
It was an extremely hard and loud slap – the sound echoing and reverberating throughout the woods.
Gin coughed out blood, his eyes dimming out as he glared at Elisa.
"Get away from him, Elisa!' Sol shouted.
