Vivian gripped his right chest where the wound bled. A sharp, intense pain shot through his head.
"Are you alright, Kafrik?" the man asked, watching Kafrik clutch his left shoulder and try to stand.
"What do you think, you fool? I told you to attack him earlier! You could've killed him at any moment, but you just waited and watched the show, you idiot," Kafrik spat, overcome with rage.
"Take it easy, Kafrik," the man reasoned. "You said you wanted to kill him yourself, so I didn't step in. What's wrong with that?"
".....", Kafrik didn't say anything as he glared at the men.
'This is bad,' Vivian thought as he watched the two attackers argue.
This was completely unexpected.
He knew there was a second person, but he never thought the overwhelming presence he felt would belong to him.
'Why is he here?' Vivian wondered.
