One second you were cleaning your sword, the next your blade was snatched rudely out of your hands by a boy. You looked up, insulted who would do such a thing, but your heart dropped when you saw it was the mist pillar, observing the blade. After a few seconds of silence, he purposely dropped it on the ground before noticing your face and asking in his emotionless voice, "We got a fucking problem?" His face was blank despite his words.