"I absolutely don't believe anyone can be that fierce in combat! There's definitely something off about Dean. I even suspect he's the reincarnation of a donkey, or maybe he's had a donkey's whip transplanted. If he dies in the line of duty one day, I'm definitely going to apply to dissect him personally."
Dean, who had just gotten out of the car and walked over: "..."
Fuck!
Four grown men, huddled together, not talking about women, but about their own... brothers? Since when did Squad Four get so damn Kiriki!
Holz was enthusiastic in his speech but failed to notice the pity-filled gazes of Harry and the other two looking at him.
Just as he was about to vent a bit more of his dissatisfaction, a strong, powerful hand covered his rather barren 'Fasting'.
Holz's legs drew in, and his body stiffened.
Dean, standing behind him with a smile, said, "Go on, Holz, with such a nice environment here, don't you want to try the joy of having your guts rearranged?"
Simple chaos ensued.
