"Haaah, ahaha."
"Water! I need water!"
Both of the sparring partners were beaten by the exhaustion. The fatigue forced their lungs and throat to scour for its respective fuel. Both moisture and air were in high demand. Unfortunately, their bodies were barely capable of doing any basic motoric action. Thus, it pushed their already dry throat to call out their savior like a yelping sheep on the verge of getting captured by a wolf.
"You're thinking of something weird, aren't?" said Horus.
"You dare to question the workflow of my brain?
"I dare not a single inch of my life, Master Faust."
"You're being a little too harsh to that kid." Crack put on a slight frown with an emoticon of a pair of droopy eyebrows on her visor's screen. "I thought you started to become gentler after I saw you brought all of these younglings, did I see it in a wrong angle."
"She is a former Jingoist."
