Bleeding

Froy slowly took a step back, still staring at Abihirt a foot away from him, but not a single ounce of courage to take action; other than to continue the remaining steps ahead at a fast trot.

"Froy!"

Abihirt hissed in pain without ever leaving a trace of the back's existence in the distance. Froy never looked back until his body turned the corner and was lost between the walls of the house. Insolent bastard. There was always worse and the man had just declared chaos.

Abihirt's fingers immediately grazed the wound on his shoulder, it felt like it was leaving a shock to the tense nerves. With his throat moving faintly, he silently watched the thick viscous liquid. It would be bad news when he ran out of blood so much, soon walking tentatively—after all, he had to, leaving Chicao there.

The barking of dogs could be heard, but Abihirt continued to walk while holding on to the wall of the house. Legs that were already much better would bring Chicao merely follow