"Say it louder," Noah whispered into his ears, like a demon in someone's sleep.
"We surrender, please don't kill me!" he said out loud, almost crying, before dropping to the ground trembling as Noah pulled his dagger away from his neck, breathing a sigh of relief.
'We almost lost this time...' Noah thought, as he saw the swordsman drop to the ground. He could've won using the imps or demon form, but that wasn't something he wanted to show off just yet. He looked around to see a couple of his companions being taken on stretchers, leaving few behind. But something he didn't expect happened.
"Are you retarded?! We were about to win, why didn't you just let yourself be taken out?" the warrior who had the blessing of heating up his sword said angrily while walking towards Noah and the team leader.