*SLASH!*,*Splurt!*
Ariel's entire being became drenched in blood...
[Huh?]
But... It wasn't his blood.
He slowly blinked and opened his eyes, he had already come to terms with death.
[What just... Happened?]
His grey eyes beheld the headless form of the one winged Halfling lying in front of him.
Casting his gaze up, he saw a pair of two large, bright green wings and a man with short brown hair.
"Who..."
Before he could continue muttering his sentence, Ariel saw the head of the Halfling on the man's left hand being carried by its hairs, his right hand clutching a double edged long sword.
The man in front of Ariel, Chief Dromaius, glanced back and spoke:
"Your face and your Signature... They remind me of the former Vice Captain of the Sparrow Knights."
"Are Perhaps, his son?"
Dromaius spoke in a voice that demanded respect, his very posture was of one befitting the ruler of Frostfront.
