"Of course! I hate getting my ass kicked and running away without having a punch or two back," Ibra laughed, while waving his glaive again in the air.
"Then you are going to have your chance… In running, more than you ever did before," and when Ibra thought William was going to agree on his words, he smirked and said such weird words.
"What do you mean by that?!"
"We aren't going to really fight," William turned his eyes towards the distance, where that shimmering shield his team created was, "we are just going to bring those weaklings together, set a feast for that bastard, and hope it'll fall into the trap."
"This… Tsk! Why does everything you do always be done in a troublesome way? Why not do things direct and simple? Using pure might to win battles? Trying this once won't harm, won't bite you in the head or something!"
"Stop whining," William rolled his eyes, "if you have any complaints, it's not too late to return back now."
"Tsk! No way!"
