บท 40: Friendly Battle (2)

Drake was stunned for a moment when he heard the words that came out of William's mouth. There was anger welling up that he couldn't translate. He stuck his long nails on the side of William's neck. It digs deep.

"AAARGH!!!" William groaned in pain as he tried to do the same to Drake. He tightened his grip on his hands, trying to get his sharp nails to stick to the neck of the man he had been friends with for a long time.

The figure that was originally in the form of half a plume of black smoke finally slid to the asphalt on the empty street. Kneeling beside William's exhausted body after the 'friendly' battle, his body slowly sat up.

Drake's gaze lit up, as his brain tried to figure out the meaning of William's words a few minutes ago. His breath still panting, he then threw his body as William did.

"Shit, you turned out to be jealous, Drake!" William cursed, wiping the drop of blood from the corner of his lips. "What the hell happened to you?"