And after that, Vexmond raised his hand and ordered all his subordinates to stand down. Thankfully, no one had died, only Alex lay dead on the floor. The tense atmosphere began to lift as the fighting ceased.
Julian's girls rushed in, their faces filled with shock.
Aya gasped the moment she saw him. "Julian, w-what happened to your face?!"
Veronica gently cupped his bruised cheeks with both hands, worry in her voice. "Ahh… your handsome face ended up like this…"
Julian gave a faint smile despite the pain. "It's nothing. Just a few scratches."
Emma crossed her arms, unconvinced. "Scratches? You're beaten to a pulp!"
But before she could finish her sentence, her eyes fell on Vexmond, who looked even worse than Julian. His face was swollen, his body trembling, blood dripping from several wounds.
Emma paused, blinked, then simply said, "…Oh."
Then Celestia stepped forward and said, "Use the potion Clint gave you."
