The prime and the former one

At this time of his life, he is not surprised that sooner or later someone will get him. But at the hand of a despicable man, no honor to keep, a traitor, he refuses his death to be at the hands of a lesser man.

In his dying state, Timber still has his warrior expression, stiff and hard, rejecting to let his sword down. He stared at him, detesting him. Finally, he broke and was on his knees. The cut on his neck was not deep, but his nerves were primarily slashed.

Jett had too felt the exhaustion of the aftermath. He had expected this, after all, he’s up against one of the leaders of Tribunal hunters. He moved forward, one step away from Timber. He can never be reckless despite the damage has done.

Timber dared to glare at him, even groaning.

“Do your worst.” Timber spat.

“With pleasure.”