Professor Collins
"Did you make this yourself?" Lyle asked. The flying sword was very unstable as it travelled faster than the speed of light. Nonso, the owner of the sword, tightly held Lyle for dear life.
"No! My master lent it to me so that I would not be late for classes."
Lyle tried his best to compose himself so that he would not make a fool of himself by screaming. "Your master has your best interest at heart. He must be very kind."
Nonso could hear the intended sarcasm in Lyle's voice but he did not retort, he just held on tighter for dear life.
That old geezer and he was so reluctant to give him the sword, going far to say that he was just lending it to him because he was his dear disciple.
The sound of friction between their body and the air finally reduced as they reached the Talisman Department. The moment they descended, Nonso made his way to one of the trees planted for decoration and began to throw up