The second scholar had let out a loud cough as blood rushed down his mouth. He was looking bale and all bruised up.
He couldn't keep up the fight, he didn't think he could keep on fighting this person because he had lost all energy within him..
"You think you're that strong... right? What do you take yourself for? a god?!"
The second scholar heard a familiar voice as he slowly looked up. He was rather shocked and speechless to see that the third Scholar was the one weaving the double sword.
"You....you...what..." He couldn't find himself making an audibly complete sentence, because he was hurt all over.
"Today, I'll send you to hades! You evil being!" The third Scholar Snapped as he raised up two of his swords to strike.
"No...you... I'm not ..you...not....no.. don't.." The Third scholar had wanted to stop him. He had wanted to tell him that he was mistaken, but he guessed it was already too late ..
