“Why is the prince with you? Get down to your feet, now!” the leader of the patrol barked, the edge of his cold sword imprinting a chilling sensation to Mr. Jones’ jawline.
Mr. Jones raised his hands as in surrender, but inside of him Ranson felt threatened and was already fighting to break free and rip into two the man, the leader of the patrol. “Stop it and stay low for once!” Jones countered Ranson.
“What did you say to me?” the man glared, not knowing it wasn’t actually him Mr. Jones was referring to.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jones tried to clear the air.
“Oh, so you’re a mad man, huh, that talks to himself or what?” the leader taunted and the rest of the patrol team burst into laughter. Mr. Jones didn’t find that funny yet he maintained his cool. “I said get down from the carria
