Wasn't he dead? How come he was now alive?
"I didn't think you would try to stop me seeing as your people also died." Theon looked at John in mild surprise.
"If I want her dead, I would do it my self. How come you're still alive?" John said coldly as his dark hair floated in mid air.
"…Alive or not, Aren't you still going to die?" Theon slowly walked nearer. "Do you still imagine that any of you can still walk away from this place alive?"
"Because of you?" John sneered.
"That's right… because of me."
"SWISH!"
John appeared before Theon in the blink of an eye. His lion claws shot at Theon's head pencil straight.
Just as his claws were about to make contact with Theon's forehead…
"BAM!!"
A formless tongue of scorching flint exploded in midair, blocking the clawed hand for an instant.
"A meaningless struggle," a low growl rumbled.
Copious amounts of dense invisible air enveloped them.
