"Finished. Late. Eat." Gerrarde slowly stashed his weapon onto his hip. "Good. Progress."
A still panting Jak gradually lowered his guard as the last remaining stones hit the floor with muted thuds. With sweat covering every inch of his bare skin and clothes that were ripped in multiple places as well as practically soaked through, the redhead had seen much better days. Giving Masamune one last flick downwards, Jak carefully placed his weapon back into its sheath.
