Next to the tip of the sword, Thales tried his best to control his heartbeat and breathing. He looked at the Mystic with difficulty. "Mister Sakern, I reckon that you don't want to waste time here, am I right?"
"Yes," Asda said flatly. "I will kill this man right now. It's the fastest way."
"Hmph." Black Sword sneered. "Same here."
Thales' head hurt.
"Um… Mister Black Sword?" Panting, Thales said to the person holding him hostage, "You know… you know that this man cannot be killed, right?"
Behind him, Black Sword's breathing grew steady.
"Who knows?" Black Sword said flatly. "Perhaps, the very next strike might just kill him?"
Asda snorted in a mocking manner and stared coldly at Black Sword.
The fact that the both of them refused to give face to the other made Thales feel extremely awkward.
Thales sighed.
