#Chapter18
---How can a corpse run faster than me?-01
/"Why swords?/" I complained completely out of breath.
/"Go Angus!/" Jett cheered from the edge of the arena. He was just staying away from all the others se he wouldn’t accidentally get stabbed in the eye or something.
Knox hadn’t stopped giggling for a hour now, and it was kind of irritating me to the core and it, as well, distracted me a lot, especially when he wouldn’t stop flying over my head in his falcon form.
/"Why don’t you use guns? Preferably huge ones?/" I asked Aves, who unlike me, didn’t look like he was barely standing on his feet, sweating like a pig in a summer day. He looked like he was having a nice chat with me despite the sword in his hand, rather than making my life more miserable than it already was with that stupid metal stick.
