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"Gran -Grandfather?" Phil move closer. The crimson in his eyes Are now clearer to see. The colour noticable for Those that know his normal kind eyes. His sword is in one movement with Fundy's neck. "Wait! Stop! Why Are you attacking me?!" Phil eyes shine with an urge to kill. Somthing he isn't natural showing but in some way is trying to change his personality and heart. He narrows his eyes Together and Fundy just get away from the sword in the second it strike. "STOP!" Fundy shaking grip his own sword. He holds it way to tight and his fists turn White in a matter of seconds. "Stop Grandfather! Please. Stop." Phil keep striking after Fundy's heart and lungs, trying to hit an importent organ, and since he have a lot more experience than the other, the fox hubrid's tries to defend himself Are meaningless. Blood stain there clothing, hands and weapons, and one of the fighters fall coughing down to hos knees, praying to stay alive and get spared. He have big wounds covering his body, bloody and fresh. Fundy's eyes Are desperate and pleading when Phil look down at him, but for the complet opposite reason of Wilbur's.