Tension hung thick in the air as Shinon and Falken squared off, their eyes locked in an intense gaze. They had been on the brink of engaging in a fierce fight, their weapons at the ready, but before the clash could ensue, Marcus stepped forward, his commanding presence demanding attention.
"Stop!" Marcus's voice rang out, cutting through the charged atmosphere. He strode purposefully towards the two combatants, his eyes shifting between them, a calculated gleam of mischief dancing in his gaze. "Hold your blades."
Shinon and Falken hesitated, their expressions filled with confusion and anticipation. For a moment, Shinon thought he'd get caught, and then all hell would break loose.
"What is the meaning of this, Marcus?" Shinon's voice brimmed with suspicion, his grip tightening on his knife.
