"What?" The Titan giant followed Lancelot's pointing finger, looked toward the corner, and his expression twisted instantly. "Damn you, Kostcheqi! I'll repay all that you've done to me a hundredfold!"
Gorgiad loudly cursed, lifting his leg to kick the large barrel, but Lancelot swiftly moved to block in front of it.
With a thunderous boom, the Demi-god's leg, thick as an age-old tree, collided with the Human Knight's body. The latter swayed on the spot but ultimately saved the precious container of blood. Alarm shot through Lancelot's heart, certain that the other's strength had perhaps returned to scarcely a tenth—it was just an angry kick, intended for the Abyssal Lord, yet it made him feel as if all his organs were about to be crushed.
"What do you mean by this?" The Titan slowly withdrew his foot, eyes narrowing dangerously, "Are you declaring yourself my enemy, human?"
