A different kind of silence now pervaded.
A much heavier silence...
Nero closed his eyes so he would not see those blank yet knowineyes anymore. Eyes that were blind but felt like they could see through him in his entirety.
He darkened not make use of any of his skills lest they suspect him. If that happened, it would be rather difficult trying to explain himself out of that mess.
Slowly, the White Prophet retreated,
"Fists are powerful, but the eyes and the mind are a man's most powerful weapons. Would you agree, Nero?"
Strut huffed, "Enough of that, Sir Gilleon. This kid is a student of a student of mine."
The White Prophet, Sir Gilleon didn't seem very interested in what Strut had to say. His gaze hidden by his mask, was fixed right on Nero.
Left with no other choice, Nero answered with the first thing that came to his mind.
"They are both equally as important and as useless."
Silence...
Then Sir Gilleon chuckled.
He turned to Commander Strut,
"I like this kid."
