the dreg stood over the fallen guardian. raising its spear with its six arms preparing to deliver the final blow. the near defeated guardian covered his hands over his face knowing it might be all over before it began.
with a flash of green light, the dreg fell, its body slumped over the guardian.
"it surprises me that you can destroy all of your targets on range, yet you miss every single darn shot," a voice came from the unknown figure standing over the guardian.
"t-thank you sir," the downed guardian thanked his savior as he stood up.
"just call me Livingstone or stone"
"w-wait a second you were-"
"yes i oversaw your training, you have some potential but i- or now we need to be somewhere." the savior motioned the guardian to follow him. there were places they needed to be. after all, the traveler cannot defend itself.
