As Alex defended himself with one hand with his free hand, he swiftly tossed the box containing the Moonstrike towards Asher.
Reacting with lightning reflexes, Asher leaped from his seat, his eyes locked on the descending box.
Asher caught the box mid-air, then with a graceful landing on the stage, Asher stood, at the stage. The crowd watched in awe and disbelief as he held the in his hands.
The auctioneer, who had been forcefully pushed back by Alex, managed to regain his balance.
He found himself standing amidst the display of various weapon sets which were presented on the auction, his breath slightly ragged.
As his gaze shifted, he noticed Asher, holding the Moonstrike blade.
With furry burning in his eyes, the auctioneer's hand instinctively reached out to a gleaming dagger resting on the nearby shelves.
I apologize for my recent absence from publishing. I had to attend to my father, who underwent surgery, and that kept me occupied. However, I'm back now and ready to resume.