Seisyll's every single hair muscle tensed up, resulting in an almost inconceivable chest-puffing show. It was hard to believe such a usually calm-behaving person could transform into a rage-filled monstrosity.
Byssa's cheeks dug toward the inside of her mouth, all of her mute screams enhanced the frightening sensation that relieved Arthur from his anxiousness.
"To think you would let her get this close. You are a fool, Arthur." Scorn scoffed. "They are all your enemies. Some just remain your friends until the very second they realize how convenient you can be to them."
Arthur bit his right index, he needed to focus on the pain rather than his will to worsen the dire state of the woman.
Seisyll was still muttering the same word over and over. "Bad. Bad. Bad..." He released his grip when he heard his name.
The poisonous liquid dripping down his gums touched the golden robe and generated small toxic puffs with each drop.
