Kyrie and Spencer stare each other in the eyes, the Guild Master drawing another sword from his dimensional cloak, a spare or a copy of his original one, and colliding it against Wolf Prince, yet this it was coated in electricity, making it resist the flame-infused blade a little more.
Kyrie's lips twitched. "You say as if I was to blame for what happened in Ultima Hope when the one that brought the fight out of the Underbelly was you." For all of his patience, for all of his camaraderie, and warm thoughts about his friends, Kyrie's patience had a limit.
He could tolerate the actions taken by his friend if he accepted the truth of what transpired. Spencer's face twisted like that of a demon, as Kyrie's feelings got washed out of his face, only the cold spite was left in it.
