"What the hell are you doing, number three ?!. I told you to cripple him!" The boss yelled, seeing the sudden change in Zorat.
The more time passes, the more he realises that number five's previous concerns must have been valid.
What type of sick person would act so joyously when they are literally having their nerves turned to paste?
And if that wasn't already concerning, the sudden change in state from behaving like a complete psycho to looking and smiling like a gentleman was even more so.
He had no interest in whatever type of sick game such a person would recommend.
"Number three, are you alright in the head?. I told you to cripple him already!" he commanded agitatedly, his voice trembled in baritone.
"I am trying my best, boss!… but I am almost out of mana." Number three responded as he struggled to maintain the tempo of the violin on his shoulders.
