“Kill him!” Ilias shouted.
Aramis walked closer to Mel, swinging the sword in front of him in small ‘X’ shapes. He could feel his muscles loosening from the effort. He tried to shake his head or say something, to do anything that would warn his friend.
“I won’t fight you,” Mel said to him as he got closer. Aramis tilted his head to each side until it cracked, then did the same with his back. He lunged forward, stabbing towards Mel’s stomach. His friend easily slapped the blade away with his hand as he leaped out of the way. “I’m not going to fight you,” he said again, the confusion evident in his voice.
Aramis didn’t bother trying to respond. He couldn’t do anything to thwart Ilias’s hold over him. He turned to the left and swung again, narrowly missing Mel’s right arm. Ilias must have
