At this, the one chosen to leave shot a glare at his partner.

"Quit your lies. I dealt the harshest blows!"

They bickered amongst themselves.

Isaac had intended this.

Scoundrels of their ilk, who could be bribed, would wreak havoc if set loose.

So he had incited this quarrel.

Isaac proclaimed, “You both seem equally capable. Whichever of you can make it out, shall be pardoned.”

His intention was to create discord.

Yet the men, clouded by their desperation to escape, didn't ponder upon his words. They were hellbent on securing their own freedom.

They wouldn't bow down when their own gains were at stake.

In no time, they were at each other's throats.

Their brawl was intense.

They seemed equally matched.

Soon both the men were injured.

They had expended significant energy brutalizing Wynter.

Now they appeared exhausted.

They collapsed in a heap.

Isaac looked at them dismissively.

"You're free to go."

They were too weary to even rise.