"Weak," the mage smiled, turning the sword to flowers which fell around us. "Why be so angry about an immortal who can never die? At this age I expected you to be better than this."
"What about all the children you killed, you monster?!" yelled Enzo enraged about the scenery before him. "What about them?! Did you consider that?! What happened to you, Gillfidor? Were you threatened? Are you brainwashed?"
"If I was brainwashed I would not tell you now, would I?" he laughed.
I turned my gaze to Ramul, kneeling before him to survey his wounds. He was healing up really well.
"He wasn't brainwashed. He's always been like that," I sighed cleaning the dust off Ramul's face.
"What do you mean? It's Gillfidor you're talking about."
