The thief was scared out of his mind. He had to do something to escape immediately. Death is not a beautiful thing any way. The sword was coming too fast for his already weak body. It was closing in too fast. He desperately ripped apart the rope he was bound with and pulled off his mask.
*CLANG*Wilson was shocked. A person had blocked his sword only few inches away from the thief’s neck. He did not see any movements beforehand. Whoever blocked it must be a master swordsman. “Junior master, I will handle it from here!” The master swordsman said to the thief lying on the floor, who was looking dazed. Master? What kind of master goes about stealing and killing? These and many more questions flooded the heads of Wilson and other onlookers.Common sense told Wilson to forget about it and just leave quietly, but he was enraged, too enraged to listen to his senses. He angrily shouted and shifted his sword towards the swordsman. His horizontal la
