"So, stand back and watch."
Oliver released one of his hands from the sword and pushed it into his jacket pocket.
The uniform he wore was slightly charred on top because of the intense heat from the flames.
Still, the biscuit inside was safe.
Oliver took out the biscuit and looked at Woojin.
Woojin was in a half-conscious state. The pain had pmade him delirious causing him to mumble nonsense.
Occasionally, he hissed like a snake and rolled his eyes.
Oliver watched it with not an ounce of pity.
The bastard tried to skewer his head with a sword. He doesn't deserve kindness.
He crouched down and slapped the young man.
*Hiss*
*Gasp*
Woojin gasped for air.
His eyes widened as he saw Oliver standing above him.
In panic, he tried to stand up and jump away.
However, a piercing pain travelled through his body, making him squirm on the ground.
Once his consciousness returned, Woojin realised he was injured.
His muscles and tendons were broken.
