177 Spy?

'... I should retreat for now...' Garth could not help but take a few steps back in fear.

However, before he could turn around and run away, he saw a glimpse of something black moving towards him with a speed that he could not follow.

*Eeuk!*

Air escaped Garth's lungs when a pitch-black rod pierced his stomach, pinning him to the ground in the process.

"Urghh! Wh- haa... What are you!?" Garth asked as he groaned in pain. A trail of blood escaped from his mouth. The rod was as wide as a person's fist, so all of his internal organs were totally messed up.

"Certainly not someone you could handle..." Ozul muttered as he slowly made his way over to him.

"So, how did you know where I was?" Ozul asked, looking down at him.

. . .

[A.N.: Lil torture ahead, skip if you are not in the mood to read something like that.]