His intense grumble sent dreadful shivers to crawl down Randall's spine, as he couldn't muster the courage to look up at his face. When Xanthus picked up his sword, he could already sense an approaching storm, but somehow he didn't realize that he would directly demand his head for this mistake!!
'Just because of that punk, I am almost about to get killed! Damn it, but if I don't stop him right here…I don't wish to see him cause a massacre outside. I guess, my sacrifice will be worth it.' Pondering with a deep sigh of acceptance, Randall gave him a small nod in response to his question.
"THUD!"
