Oh how the tables had turned, the man that once had you wrapped around his finger was on his knees, begging for mercy. His arrogant and cunning aura swept away with one of fear and dread. It hadnt crossed his mind of dying but the fear of dying had strucked him. A puppet like himself wouldn't feel such emotions but in that moment, the sword meters away from his body, he can only plead for one final breath of air, to feel the human feelings he is feeling in that very moment. Would you spare him?