"How are you still fighting so hard?" Lyle asked in a mocking tone as Barak continued fighting off the men who attacked him. At some point he had snatched the sword of one of the men who fought him after breaking the neck of the man with his bare hands.
"You have a knife in your chest, you have been hit by black head arrows and you have cuts all over your body." Lyle pointed out as he stared at him.
"You are losing so much blood and still you fight for your life." He laughed and jumped like a child as he watched Barak fight desperately for his life.
"Well I must say, you are as I have heard. Your reputation was not built on clouds. You are really a fierce warrior." It was a compliment… A mocking one that Barak could not dwell on at the moment.
