His blue gaze left mine for a second, finding Mangé's. And then, he pointed at Mangé.
Mangé frowned.
"You know, you should thank your friend. While you were busy massacring the Orned bastards, he, a rank 8 baby sparrow, held us all off, explaining that you were currently not yourself and all. But he lost an eye for that, though. The g–"
It seems this person talks a lot. The kind of people I hate.
"So, the summary of it all is that…" I narrowed my eyes and tightly clenched my fists. My Te stared within my soul, the pressure ready to explode. "You're all here to kill me?"
My Te flared, releasing a pressure that twisted and boiled the air. Blowing like a tidal wave over all the sparrows that were gathered, and over the blabbing man.
I perfectly controlled the pressure. Making sure it didn't touch Mangé.
The man flinched slightly, inching backwards almost instinctively as his pupils shrank.
