Fang slowly sat back while cracking his shoulders and back, laughing in enjoyment, like Arthur's assault did nothing more than crack his hardened joints.
"You... what are you?"
Even Arthur was left stunned, petrified in his place. He was freeing his arms from the fanged chains, but now... as he stared at Fang's unbruised body and blood-red, fiendish eyes, he felt like the moment he touched the chains, he would be done for...
"Me?"
Fang stood up while cracking his neck and then stepped forward, uncaring that the spinning rope was about to flip them upside down.
With both of them suspended over the abyss and wind roaring past them, Fang slowly lifted his head and leaned closer.
"I am only a messenger," he murmured, his voice low, but Arthur heard him loud and clear. "And unfortunately for you and your friends… my message is written in blood."
