"Stay on the ground. Your turn will come last."
Grégoire saw the other two as nothing more than insignificant. His true target: that witch. Her companions? Nothing. They would be granted the mercy of dying last.
He wanted to eliminate Iris first.
But then came the sound of a sword dragging on the floor.
Sirius, his face twisted in pain yet full of determination, struggled to his feet and declared boldly:
"Iris, Lucy, let me handle him. My honor's on the line, even if it means dying in the fight."
"If you say so."
"You got this, buddy."
The two girls replied, calmly sitting down on the bridge like they were watching a show.
"Honor? And here I thought your kind couldn't even grasp such a thing! But I can't let a traitor to his own species live!" shouted Grégoire. Yet something tugged at his warrior pride. Turning away from a duel, especially when the challenger was willing to die for it?
He had a mission to complete... He resumed walking toward Iris—but then stopped.
