CLANG!!!
The crimson marking burned hot against Azariah's forehead.
The mana around him trembled as he dug his feet deep into the ground, stopping himself from being propelled back.
"Huff...Huff..."
His ragged breath echoed, the sweet smell of the rain dampening the ground engulfed him.
"...Why are you doing this?"
A tired voice echoed within the heavy rainfall, his blue eyes moving up as he looked at the boy.
"Why are you trying to kill him?" Oliver asked, his body trembling as he tried to suppress his anger.
"Stay out of this," Azariah groaned weakly as he swung his sword in the air.
CLANG!!!
The sword collided with the spear, stopping it mid-air.
The spear shivered before exploding into countless pieces.
"Tch."
Aimar clicked his tongue in frustration as he looked at his broken spear.
