Death

Two pairs of eyes looked at each other. 

One brown, disinterested, and apathetic.

The other bright crimson, cold but had no trace of anxiousness or nervousness.

*Swish*

A weapon shot out of one's hand.

It was certainly not the spear that flew off.

The young man with crimson eyes had his front wide open while his opponent's spear was just above his chest.

This was an opportunity for X.

X swiftly changed the trajectory of the way his spear was going after making the dagger fly off and struck his opponent.

Rewen watched as the pointed end of the spear approached his chest. He was completely open and had no option to dodge. If he tried to step back, he would be hit before he could do that. If he tried to step beside, he would be hit before he could do that. 

Despite the incoming threat to his life, he was the calmest he had ever been.

Closing his eyes, he didn't make any movements.

*Shhhkk*