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"Hey Alex, I think it's time that you come out…"
"There aren't any more men left to fight." Emir said, leaning his back on a pillar of rock, smelling the scent of fresh blood.
"…"
Minutes went by with no response.
"C'mon, what's taking you so long?"
"Emir."
A voice calling his name had finally echoed above him.
"Alex, a bit late."
Emir repeated, then looked up, only to see Alex jumping from above, landing softly on the ground.
His gaze didn't follow him down, however.
They were stuck to the swirling sky some distance away.
"My bad, and hey, you've done well with Asher; I didn't expect you to treat enemies with respect." Alex said as he neared a beheaded body, flies already surrounding it.
"Enemies? Respect? No, Alex, that's not me. His name just… struck a chord with me, you could say... that's all."
"Ah, it doesn't matter; you've shown him mercy; I appreciate it."
Emir scoffed.
