After a few moments, while Margo was happily watching the distant battle, he failed to notice a long blade that pierced through his back, emerging from his abdomen...
His eyes widened in shock, and he turned to look behind him with fury. "You! Who are you?!" he shouted in disbelief. The man who stabbed him was certainly not from his group! Where did he come from?
The blade was immediately withdrawn as the man who stabbed him spat to the side. "Killing you is tough..." he said, and before Margo could react, dozens of men pounced on him, turning him into minced meat.
Margo dropped to one knee, blood spraying from his wound like rain. He wouldn't die, but he would be severely weakened for some time.
Looking at the dead head of the man who stabbed him, Margo gritted his teeth, "This person is from the Rigel faction! Did he sneak in when we came here?!" Realization dawned on him as he screamed out:
"Quinn! What are you doing?!"