Marcus's eyes narrowed dangerously at Faustino's words. A clear hit on the mark.
"Hey retard, what makes you think you can do better?"
"Better? well first of all, I'm not the type to let a low noble like you order me around,"
Faustino laughed in the face of Marcus pointing straight into his eyes, and just as quick as the exchange was made, a wind blade appeared in Marcus's hand, he had all the intention of threatening Faustino with it.
WHOOOSH!
Marcus attempted to point his blade towards Faustino, but Julian stopped the blade's path with just his hand.
-He stopped my blade…?!
Marcus didn't even see him move from his spot and he was still able to move with a speed he couldn't even sense.
"Enough, we don't have time for petty arguments,"
Julian's voice sounded more authoritative than usual, although he could handle friendly banter, he knew threatening a teammate was more than enough to step in.
