The crowd sensed the impending peril, quickly evacuating from the place as Rui simply stared at the dragon man and his bonded dragon. The dragon man and his kin glared at Rui with bloodlust as a fearsome expression emerged on his face.
The bright light of the morning Sun illuminated the rapidly emptying market as the noise of an anxious crowd running away from an impending battle between two pathwalkers hung in the air.
Every civilian knew to run away when pathwalkers lost their cool and threatened to get into a fight, especially when particularly volatile groups were involved, such as the therianthropes of the Ryu Clan.
"Say that again…" The dragon man slowly stepped forth as his dragon drew closer to him protectively. "Tell me that you think I'm weak."
