Versus “Gaia” and “Poseidon” (3) Part I
The surroundings were dark and icy cold, even though there was no wind blowing.
Two pairs of eyes were staring at each other as if they were trying to reach the other’s mind to be sure. One of them was a man who was the best in strategic fighting. His long black hair was wet on his neck. His lips had a beard growing sparsely around were spreading out like he was having fun.
The other was a man with blue, pointing hair. He was standing still, while his ruby red eyes were gazing at the enemy before him with a creepy smile on his face.
“Sander, Sander, Sander,” He called out the name of the other like he was calling for a child. “I didn’t expect that you would be crazy enough to get inside of Poseidon like this. A dog like you even dares to fight in the other’s area?”
“Well, the atmosphere here isn’t bad, except for this reek of piss in your diaper, Aaron.” Sander smiled widely. “Seems like your daddy forgot to change it for you again. That’s why the place stinks like this.”