“After you, Alastor.” Mr. Funny Man said.
“How generous.”
Alastor dashed. The light of the artificial sun bouncing off against his sword. Mr. Funny Man evaded his swing and leaped backward. Alastor followed and swung from left to right. Mr. Funny Man was able to dodge Alastor’s attack. Mr. Funny Man keep prancing around until he felt that Alastor’s efforts are leading to nothing.
“Is that it?” Mr. Funny Man asked.
Even moving constantly, Alastor is still breathing with ease.
“Are you sure it’s fair to you that I’m the only one who’s using sword and you’re not?”
Mr. Funny Man nodded, “Yes.”
“Suit yourself.”
As soon they finished talking, Alastor swayed his hands. Mr. Funny Man raised a brow, he’s gazed remained unaltered. Alastor lunges forward. As return, Mr. Funny Man evaded again
