"You son of a bitch! I can't stand hearing that pompous 'this esteemed one' crap," Ethan spat, his anger flaring. "Anyone who talks like that has a few screws loose and is just begging for a beating."
This idiot was clearly in the wrong, yet he carried himself like he was God's gift to the world. The sheer arrogance in his tone made Ethan's skin crawl; it was the kind of smugness that demanded a fist to the mouth.
Down below, Regis, Uncle Jed, and the other veterans of Ethan's crew had been stunned into silence by that first punch. But they were also now deeply wary of the newcomer.
This guy was strong. Really strong.
Judging by the shockwave from their initial clash, the man had indeed blocked Ethan's punch with a casual, almost dismissive motion. Any one of them could have probably stopped that blow, but none could have done it with such effortless ease. This world, Earth, was proving to be far more complex and dangerous than Ethan had ever let on.
