♣Aamon♣
WE HOP DOWN FROM THE CARRIAGE after taking one last look at Asmodeus.
I take out my sword and hand the dagger to Flauros.
"Seriously?", He asks with a bored look. "Why not give me the sword instead".
"You should be grateful I even gave you my dagger. Don't push it Flauros or I'll collect my dagger back and watch as the Wendigos tear you apart".
"Hmph!", He scoffs. "It will take a lot more to get a hit on me with or without a weapon".
"Guys, focus!!. You're both almost a thousand years old but you both still act like kids. Grow up!", Ana snaps and flips the scythe. When it lands on her hand, it returns to its normal size.
"It's his fault", Flauros pouts, pointing at me.
The Wendigos growl when they see us approaching but they don't make an attempt to attack us or even ge
