Remorseful Faramis

"Roaaarr!" 

Saint Commander Omri shouted with an enraged look on his face. He coldly gazed at Saint Commander Faramis as if he couldn't wait to slash him into pieces. 

His body was starting to feel numb from the continuous attacks of the three Saint-Class level experts. He might be wearing his bionic armor, but it could not lessen the shock his internal organs would receive from the three experts' powerful attacks. 

"Omri, stop your struggles! You are serving the wrong lord and he does not deserve your loyalty and service! Surrender and I can plead the Alliance Head to spare your life!" Saint Commander Faramis shouted after a moment of consideration.