Domineering without peer, Deathscythe descended from the sky. Its large iron hands directly reached out and grabbed Fargo's body, lifting it into the air. Its eyes shifted towards Maxwell waiting for its next command.
"You can't kill me! I am a Gillette Household Duke; you won't live much longer after killing me. Your brother, your woman, and you will all be buried with me. Letting me go is your only way out!"
Fargo was extremely scared as he struggled like mad and roared out insanely.
No matter how hard he struggled, Fargo couldn't break free from Deathscythe's grasp. Being created from fine iron, it was naturally tougher than other materials. Add the fact that it was similar in power to a below silver rank spawned beast, there was no way an injured Fargo could get away.
