The professor ran; his legs felt the heat of running after a long time without running. He went and grabbed the sword from his office and ran back to the arena.
Back at the stage,
Akirion remained down, and Lucas was on top of his head. Lucas's eyes were pinned down at Akirion as he asked.
"Is that supposed to be a question?" Akirion asked in pain, his heart happy but his mind mocking Lucas.
"Grrr, you should be a bit polite if you need help, you know!"
"Not when I'm in pain like this!"
"So the pain cuts off your politeness?"
"Enough with questions and help up before that th…" A sudden landing of a punch occurred where Akirion was lying down; luckily for him, he rolled away. Lucas landed a sign of a pencil drawing on its back using his dagger!
'What the…? Its skin is like a rock. A sharp dagger like this barely left a drawing on its back.' Lucas silently said as his mind raced in surprise and fear.
