The rain steadily pattered onto Milo's head as he stood face to face with James in the front garden. From the back of his trousers, he pulled out the dual daggers and took a step forward.
The entire ground fell silent as Marcos quickly jumped across James' wives who were each lined up, watching the confrontation. Marcos knew that Milo wouldn't need his help, but for a reason he couldn't understand, a feeling of dread continued to pulse through his body.
'Been a while since you used me, hasn't it brat'.
The soul trapped in the daggers yawned, trying to elicit some kind of reaction from Milo. When he received no reaction, he continued to press.
'I really did a number on you last time, didn't I? Ah what a pitiful state you were in. How could my owner be reduced to such a state after only a fraction of my power, what a laughable child you are'.
