"What's there?" Bola asked, making Froki pause, and he laughed helplessly, "I don't know either."
"You don't know!"
Bola shouted, feeling like he'd been played. Froki had done so much, yet didn't even know what his goal was. It was ridiculous.
The uncontrollable roar revealed Bola's actions, and as he roared, he seized the opportunity to attack. Froki had his back turned, the conversation deceiving him, and Bola thrust the broken steel in his hand.
It was a piece of a severed barrel that Bola had secretly hidden earlier. He used his palm to push the barrel, stabbing its sharp edge toward Froki.
Thunder and torrential rain became his best cover. Rather than knowing what lay at the end of the light trail, Bola wanted more to kill Froki for revenge.
All that was heard was the whistling of the wind, lightning illuminating Froki's face.
