"You step outside for just one second to get the mail..." Berserker groaned, blocking an arrow with his scythe. "And Archer and her Master attack you."
"Hypocrite. I bet Master Hector was probably eating a sandwich or something-" Ein paused. "No, I can't picture him doing that or anything normal. He probably was, though. Anyway!" He muttered an ice spell under his breath, and was satisfied when Berserker winced.
Then a bolt of magic knocked him off of his feet. When he got up, he saw that the other Master had left his house.
"Go back inside," Berserker told him without looking away from Lina.
"I am perfectly capable of defending myself," his Master answered. "Particularly against fools."
"H-hey, take that back!" Ein shouted.
"No."
