"You, a lesser being, have no right to act as though you're supreme," Seiya hissed, bringing his staff down with lethal intent to strike down on Mr. Sanio's face. But just inches before impact, a sharp voice rang out.
"Stop!" Hayne commanded.
Seiya froze mid-motion. The abrupt halt sent a gust of air brushing against Mr. Sanio's face, making his hair flutter. Seiya slowly tilted his head toward Hayne, his eyes gleaming with a cold, menacing light that seemed to say, 'You dare?'
For some reason, being ordered around grated against Seiya's very being now that rage seems to be the only emotion that pulsed through his veins with too much ease—it irked him to be commanded.
Hayne shuddered under Seiya's frigid gaze, the unnatural light in those strange eyes sending a chill down his spine. Desperation softened his voice, prompting him to add, "please."
