'Again?!' Hisha was internally facepalming, disturbed by how easy it was to trigger Kritz in such life-changing or threatening situations.
Making up his mind to have personal training with Kritz, he needed to step in before he went on a rampage like how it was described by Loid.
He could easily defend himself, but he couldn't say the same about others.
"Stand down, Kritz!" He commanded firmly.
At first, Kritz was hesitant on complying, but when he felt a chill run down his spine from merely the glare of Hisha, he deactivated the glow and exhaled.
"What is it? Too scared to face your fears?" The voice snickered and echoed all around them.
Before more could be said to taunt Kritz, there was a gasp for breath before a ripping sound could be heard.
Whoosh!
Jumping at the top of the late Merchief's monument was Gregg, he had one of his eyes closed and held onto his shoulder, using his Sux to clog the profuse bleeding.
