Saer saw Fierlo, naked, fighting soldiers with a sword. His windmilling sword was ready to slice everyone willing to raid around his range. Few guards had already got the taste of sword. Blood was spilling out from wherever the sharpness had blessed them.

The men wrapped in armor were scared of the man who had nothing to protect himself.

Corpse of a soldier whom Fierlo had killed rested untouched.

A soldier jumped at him only to get cut by Fierlo on his arm. He would have met its pointy end hadn't he rolled further. During his attempt to stab the same man, one soldier ran at him with wrath. Fierlo turned himself, missing the peak of sword coming like a lance.

Everyone there wasn’t about aggression and vigor.

Fierlo didn’t even realize when a dagger sunk inside his back. The dreadful sting made its way to his head from the shoulder which almost loosened his grasp on the sword.

He pulled the knife and chucked it at a random guard. The dagger didn’t get past the armor.

Why isn’t anyone attacking me? Fierlo questioned himself just to realize they were trying to trap him in a formation of guards. And it already resembled to a circle.

Guards were using their swords as lances while attempting to keep Fierlo under control. He instead swung his sword. It hit a sword coming towards him but didn’t help him much.

Panicked, Fierlo noticed Saer at the end of passage. He stared at him for a couple of seconds.

A soldier didn’t let the pause to go in vain. He charged at Fierlo from behind with his sword seeking Fierlo's legs. Fierlo heard the tramps and spun around to block the blow in time.

Metal echoed due to the collision. A big boot to the mischievous guard's chest didn’t make any noise. But the fall proceeding it did.

"Saer! Pick the sword and help me!" Fierlo screamed, blocking another sword.

Saer had got to hear his voice after a long time.

He had saved me in Tadeas' monster house. Saer couldn’t keep the fact out of his mind. But he was not in the same house anymore. The place where he was now had different rules and Saer needed to play by the rules.

"Saer!" Fierlo yelled again.

Saer touched the hilt of his sword but pulled it back immediately when some soldiers glanced at him. Meanwhile Saer put his sword through another soldier who dared to come close to him.

Watching their second man die made the guards break their formation. Now they did not want to capture him. They wanted his blood. Three of them hammered their swords towards Fierlo at once. Fierlo couldn’t block the so he stepped back but a sword sliced big chunk of his skin from his back.

Saer sprinted to the rescue of his friend without even realizing what he was doing. He squeezed his way inside the formation and blocked the swings by the sharpest sword in the group.

Fierlo stood with his back touching on Saer's back.

"Come now, you cunts." Fierlo growled while swiveling along with Saer.

Fierlo screamed and swung his sword to attack a guard. While doing so, he felt something hard hit on back of his head. The pain stunned him so much that he dropped his sword. And he fell along it soon.

He saw Saer standing tall with blood on his sword hilt. Perhaps Saer wasn’t expecting Fierlo to gaze at him so he didn’t look down for a while. But when he did, their eyes met. Saer couldn’t match eyes with him.

A guard caught both of his wrists and dragged him back to the darkness of his cell.