"This guy's from Crystal City; your enemy is from Warrior City," he said.
For the latter, although Virion hadn't seen the whole fight between him and Garan, he actually recognized the guy.
They had met when Virion was a teenager. He had been following after his uncle like a proper minion. He had aged a lot since then, but he was very recognizable because of the birthmark on his face.
The man, defeated and crippled, looked at Virion with hate and annoyance.
"Why? You think I'm wrong?"
"This is for the greater good!" the man retorted with pride, obviously brainwashed.
This had been his uncle's specialty. He didn't have any special abilities regarding this, but he was glib enough to be exceptionally convincing. This guy had been following his uncle since he was a child, so the teachings he lived by were naturally Vairoz's.
All the guy's limbs had been crippled, and he was shivering not just from the pain, but also because Garan had frozen his body, exacerbating the pain.
