Necaross the demon lay on the ground, swallowing water with difficulty, nodding gingerly.
"Very good," Lancelot retracted Glacier, but the sword wind still left streaks of blood on Sagla's neck. He stepped back two paces and watched the immense Necaross rise, shaking his still groggy head.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"How do you feel?" Lancelot continued, "Do you think you've fulfilled your obligation to Satugura?"
"Well, I guess I don't owe him anything anymore." Sagla finally shook off the dizziness completely, "You really don't plan to kill me? If I had the chance just now, I certainly wouldn't have held back."
"I don't see the necessity," Lancelot shrugged, "You can go."
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"A loser's fate is only death!"
"Sir Lancelot! Let's see how many stomachs he has, hahaha..."
The shouts that erupted from the crowd made Sagla's face grow uncomfortable, but Lancelot just shrugged his shoulders and kicked the battle axe back to the just-surrendered Necaross demon.
