"What did they do to you?!"
Only such confused words left Sylvester's mouth as he looked at the man before him. Someone he considered his brother, someone he considered one of the most loyal allies. Just a mere look at the man clearly showed how greatly in pain he must be, how much anguish the eyes hid.
"Fight me!"
Sylvester didn't react to the mad shouts from the man. "Felix, what happened to you? Who did this to you?"
"HAAA!" Felix, however, began striking the crystal substance holding his feet. It was hard to undo, but the crystals started chipping away in small chunks. The entire time Felix roared like a madman and furiously stabbed his blade.
Sylvester breathed heavily, unable to watch his brother in all but blood, acting so violently. What was the reason? What happened to him? Why wasn't he answering him? All those questions raced through his mind in a frenzy.
