"Hey, did he really wipe the floor with Derek's ass."
"Bro's on business!"
"He just got lucky. Weak people get lucky a lot."
"Dannn, but Derek though, wibbily wobbily…"
"Hey…"
"My bad."
No matter how hushed the voices tried to be, Derek and I could still hear them. Every word. Every snicker. I looked down at him, wondering what he was going to do next.
From the textbook of bullies, he was probably going to try and be an ass — escalate things by summoning his Spirit.
'That'll be so delightful.'
He stood up sharply, face twisted.
"You bastard." He grabbed my cloak and wound up another punch, but stopped the moment he heard someone's voice.
"Are you that shameless…?"
The voice was cold, the Russian accent cutting through with brutal precision.
