Sanction?!
It wasn't until Duke Baroka casually slapped that bundle of black light, turning it into an ax mark-like crevice that pointed diagonally towards Bafi Marshal, that several people, including Emily, failed to react.
How had it come to sanctions?
Hadn't everything been discussed amiably just a moment ago?
So what was all that nonsense you spouted earlier?
Who the hell are you playing with? Doesn't your conscience hurt? Where's your integrity?
Duke Hussein's face turned from red to white as he was previously mocking Emily; countless complicated thoughts that could easily be summarized with an '@#' scrolled through his mind, leaving him completely flustered.
Four to three!
