Prisoner of War Part II

“Nuchjaree?!”

“Yeah, that’s me. Sorry that it’s this chopping block again, Mister Black Bullet of the Cataral.”

The owner of those rust-colored eyes said sarcastically as she put her hands on her waist intimidatingly. Sven just blinked at what he was seeing, never expecting this woman to be the one who saved him from that battle.

“I already told you to get back to your friends, didn’t I? Why did you come back?”

“Why, you asked?” The girl talked back in a high-pitched tone.

But then Nuchjaree pretended to look away, clicking her tongue out of frustration. After a while, she managed to walk up to the man in front of her. Her expression looked openly furious when her bare fist was thrown right into Sven’s cheek so hard that his face turned to the side right away!

“What was that for? It hurts, you know?”

“Yeah. That's the point of punching!”