Rio's eyes widened, the hair on his body standing erect—feeling the cold, hidden threat from the man's words. He closed his hand. Not yet, he wasn't going to die here. Not here.
He bit his lip, forcing his body to calm down. He still has a chance, it was not hopeless yet. The man was willing to reason, if he could convince the man he was an ally—he would live.
Right, live. That's what matters the most. Rio thought as he calmed himself down.
"So? Are you gonna speak or what? I don't have time, just so y'know." The Combatant said.
"Ah—sorry, this place was off-limits...? I didn't know that..." Rio said, his head lowering, deep in thought. "Strange...I swear it wasn't off-limits, the guard didn't say anything to me."
"Oh? So you're saying you entered earlier, and the guard even let you go through the portal?" The Combatant pondered, his hand caressing his chin.