"I'm correct, aren't I?!" Yano suddenly shouted, his voice laced with fury. "That's why you're not saying anything!"
The wobbly pool of blood sticking to the open cut across his torso slowly peeled away, floating into the air in front of him.
Its deep red hue glistened in the sun, drops dripping down from it. But not one of the drops hit the ground, rising back to join the floating blood soon after.
Yano raised his staff and gave it a sharp swirl in the air.
Slosh!
The blood twisted instantly, spiralling in fast, tight circles around the weapon like a red cyclone.
Then, without warning—
"You're not leaving here… with anything!" Yano roared.
He kicked off the ground and dashed forward, his feet kicking off a few clumps of dirt into the air.
Terry gnashed his teeth the moment he moved.
'Why would you attack?!' he thought, his brow furrowing with frustration. 'We don't even know who… or what we're dealing with!'
