Geran’s attack

A few seconds of silence passed by, when King Locan finally noticed Geran's strange manner of not responding to any of what he said.

"What's…." He opened his mouth to speak, while lifting his head up from what he had been staring at on the table when he suddenly saw a dagger flying straight at him, aimed at his head.

"That counts as an attack right," Geran thought to himself, even as he watched King Locan fly into a rage the next moment.

He pushed his table aside, and grabbed his sword beside him with lightning speed as he glared heavily at Geran with eyes that showed their intention to kill.

"You attacked me…" King Locan stated in a calm and reserved manner, one Geran was sure was simply a mask for the boiling anger he currently felt as he slid his sword out of its sheathe.

Geran said nothing and simply counted down the seconds to when Kal was supposed to appear, even as he gripped his sword tightly in his arm, while giving King Locan his entire attention, knowing that a simple mistak