˚ · . Blood spat out of your mouth before you could ever react, knocking you against the plastered wall and almost knocked you out cold.

You never realized you could be this weak. Choso’s blows knocked the wind out of you, and caused you to fall vulnerable. You never expected this to happen to you, a semi first class sorcerer.

Choso let out a low chuckle and picked up his head that was looking at the ground, giving you a cold look with a sly smirk attached to it, replying to your semi-unconscious body, “Whats wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

He let go of your chin that laid between his pointer finger and thumb, letting your head fall limp against the stone cold wall.

Suddenly, something on your face caught his eye and made his eyes light up in slight awe, making him think to himself:

“Why does that mark look so… familiar..?”