Tomb of the Blooming Blade (3)
"Hey… what happened to the no interference?"
My spear didn't budge in the slightest as a sword attempted to chop off the neck of Orme, who was currently kneeling down, his sword cracked in half.
Cy and I immediately stepped in to protect Orme, who was about to be slaughtered by a few lackeys.
One tried to go for the kill, and one tried to save their young master by breaking Orme's sword… his precious and only sword.
"You… Who are you?" One of the men asked as we split ways and dragged our little young masters to our own sides.
"GODDAMMIT! I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU, ORME!" The boy shouted while flailing his arms like a little child.
On top of that, his sword flew around like a raging whirlwind, almost chopping off the heads of his very own lackeys that seemed to care for him very much.
I didn't answer the man's question and checked up on Orme, who was shaking with fear at the thought of almost dying.