[What's going on?]
[What did he do?]
[Where's my dagger?]
Alramis blinked and stared blankly at his empty hands, the light red vertical pupils filled with question marks, until the crisp sound of daggers hitting the ground came from behind him.
"Are you messing with me?"
Finally coming to his senses, Alramis incredulously turned his body, first glancing at his weapons lying quietly on the ground, then widening his eyes at the young guy who, although decent in a fight, was still slightly lacking compared to him, completely stunned.
Even though he hadn't been very serious just now, and his mental state was relatively scattered, Alramis didn't believe he could be careless enough to have his weapons easily knocked away by this guy in a way almost humiliatingly ending the match.
But regardless of what Alramis thought, it had already happened.
He had indeed been easily disarmed.
