The details of the man's armor were not clear until his God's Watch shimmered in a brilliant blue light, confirming his identity with sand waves rippling across it.
'This time, we're done for. And it looks like he's not one to negotiate.'
"Of course, sir," waved his hand to the back, "We'll hand it over immediately."
"Don't move," immediately unsheathed his sword, its blade aglow with an ocean-blue aura.
"So, you see—"
"Show your ID and be on your way. We're currently searching for a killer," anger was evident in the eyes of the guard, despite his less imposing stature.
'Seems like there's only one option.'
"Of course, sir."
Ting!
Leon's flying knife was swiftly blocked by the sword.
Two sentences were uttered simultaneously.
"So, you were the ones."
"Triss, get the kid out of here."
Yet Triss paid no heed to his words.
