"H-He is going to kill both of us." The old white spoke as he immediately understood it by looking at Anon's facial expressions.
"Wha- !? Oi, Anon... You can't kill him, he is your friend, You are kind and you don't kill your friends, remember ?" The Bloodroot spoke as he tried to buy time.
"I don't make friends with Old Fucks..." Anon spoke with a psychopathic smile as he threw the Javelin towards both of them with full power.
*SPIUUUUUUUU*
The Spear pierced through the air and made a whistling sound, Old white immediately closed his eyes accepting his death.
"I am not fucking dying..." The Bloodroot shouted as he immediately stepped aside from the old white, But...
*Snap*
Anon snapped his fingers and turned off his spell as the smile on his face widened.
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