Vritra's smile widened. It was so easy to manipulate the idiots. The situation had played out just as he wanted. He glanced back at Fiona, who looked a bit frightened. She knew how clever and strong Vritra was, and she understood a bit that Max had just fallen into his trap.
Seeing his devil-like smile, she was even more sure of her thoughts. She walked towards him, wanting to sway Max not to fight against Vritra. She didn't want the person she loved to be beaten like shit in front of everyone and then even lose his arm.
"Max, you shouldn't fight him, he is—" she spoke, but Max instead got mad over her concerns and interrupted her.
"Why? Are you worried about him? Since he is your prince charming, saving the princess from danger every time?" he asked. He hated the memory where he saw her in Vritra's arms. Poor Max didn't know what was about to come.
"N- No, that wasn't what I meant. I am just worried about you," Fiona said. She felt bad from his piercing words.
