"Ha, it's about time you showed up. I was starting to think something happened to you all." A man who was sitting down on a chair, sharpening his glaive, said without looking up at his opponents.
He had a lean but muscular build. Scars marked his body, showing his many victories in battle. He had scruffy facial hair and unkept wild hair, akin to someone living in the wild.
From the look in his eyes, one could tell that he was tired, not tired from exhaustion, but from life itself. He didn't care anymore and just wanted to do whatever he wanted. Live life freely without a care in the world.
"Carlos." Sasha scowled. "You sent those assassins after us!"
"Sure did. They should have finished the job as well, but I guess you can't rely on people to do your own dirty work. They never get things right." He stood up, stretching his back.
Rick's Party all got into position and readied themselves.
