"Eric!" Sarah scolded as the middle-aged man named Eric performed moves he had imitated from Alex's [Sea of Ryoujin]. The sword dance, as Alex called it, seemed incredibly difficult to the necromancer, who continued to perform inaccurate and rusty movements without a mentor.
Sarah, watching the display of random, uncoordinated movements, couldn't endure it. "Just ask Alex to teach you after he wakes up."
Eric, instead of answering, stared at the cold, hard floor. He bit his lip, causing blood to gush from the wound. "Do you think we should rely on Alex so much?"
Sarah, unbeknownst and perplexed to what Eric was talking about, squinted. She tilted her head slightly before asking, "What do you mean?"
"We've been reliant on Alex ever since the beginning," Eric stated flatly. "Maxwell, Eugene, you, and I. We've been under Alex's shadow ever since we met him, and haven't done anything on our own. We're dragging him down! Can't you see that?"