Feodor literally shattered the amicable mood between the two of us in the blink of an eye when he swirled his swords in between his fingers in the midst of the serenity. His fingers aided with the twisting around of the blade was like riding a high-speed ferris wheel without having his hands bruised.

"Perhaps I had been a little too casual in my dialogue with you, Lydia. I was even surprised that you weren't attacking me at this point," he giggled, his voice tinged with snark as he started laughing out loud.When his shoulders dropped in disappointment, his eyes returned to their previous state of consternation.

With a blink...