"Who sent you here?" Lukas asked the old man with an intense stare.
The old man ignored him, clenched the walking stick tightly, and swung the walking stick at Lukas.
Thud.
Lukas held up his arm and blocked the walking stick.
To his surprise, the walking stick bent and wrapped around his forearm.
The old man leaned back and tried with all his strength to pull the walking stick back.
But he couldn't.
Lukas didn't even move an inch.
The old man quickly lifted his right leg and whipped it at Lukas's waist.
Crack.
"Argh!" The old man let out a grunt when his leg hit Lukas's waist.
A loud cracking sound from his shin bone could be heard.
Fear struck the old man.
Lukas wasn't someone he could deal with alone.
The old man tried to draw his leg back, but it was grabbed by Lukas's hand.
"Tell me, who sent you here," Lukas asked again.
This time he slowly clenched his hand holding the old man's leg tighter.
