"Frost stop!!!" Mere moments before the blade of Frost's glaive was about cut into Taka's undefended neck Leo desperately shouted. He and the others had finally caught up and were currently standing at the room's entrance.
Whoooosh
Frost tensed his arms, rapidly bringing his glaive to a halt, generating a strong gust of wind. The blade's edge rested a single millimetre from Taka's neck, yet to draw a single drop of blood.
Frost was annoyed, although he stopped his swing with much difficulty, he wasn't happy. He turned around to face Leo with accusation in his eyes.
Leo's mouth twitched and a cold sweat accumulated down his back when his eyes met with Frost's.
"They're not enemies. Please, lower your weapon Frost-senpai." Frost held his gaze, silent and unmoving in response while Taka who still had his eyes closed was unaware that he had been spared.
Bruno was frozen in place, his eyes darting between Frost's glaive and Leo. He recognised him.
