Do You Yield?

Northern dipped his pinky finger into his ear. Something was there. And it was really bothering him.

'Did some insect fly into my ear?'

Tra-el had insects, just like Earth. They ranged from harmless to deadly. He'd encountered plenty—some had disturbed him before.

But never like this. Never mid-battle.

Maybe calling this a battle was an overstatement.

And he wasn't even sure if it was a fly. But it was irritating, a persistent tickle he couldn't ignore.

He tilted his head, trying to shake it loose. Nothing. Whatever it was, it clung stubbornly.

He sighed and gave up.

At that moment, Tever was already upon him.

'…This bastard… when did he—'

Tever's sword carved through the air from the opposite direction, arcs weaving a trap around Northern.

But as the wind sang with steel, Northern's image flickered—he was already behind him.

Tever grinned.