Both Sam and Bewulf stopped their actions.
Sam returned to his usual form, while Bewulf stopped putting the pressure on Sam. He once again felt the urge to curse at the sky as he watched Parth descend slowly along with his bow.
He looked sweaty with his upper body bear.
He was probably in the middle of his training when he rushed over.
Parth descended slowly and turned to Sam.
"Are you alright?"
Sam nodded as he healed his own broken bones. But his eyes were still locked on Bewulf's son.
"What happened?"
Parth asked and Sam recounted the whole ordeal.
"Seems like Saxons don't take my word seriously. And here I thought I still have some weight in this world."
Bewulf gulped nervously. He grabbed his son by his neck and slapped him silly. Then he threw him in front of Sam.
"Apologize."
