"I'll let it go this once." Marcus turned to me, throwing the rag. "Hold this, I'm gonna go find the chair, you deal with hi–"
Just as I caught the rag, the man pushed Marcus's back, and Marcus stumbled slightly, staggering until he regained his composure.
The man tried to walk forward, but Marcus turned immediately, a deadly air permeating his body as he clenched his fists.
"Ou," I exclaimed.
The man and Marcus stood face-to-face, clenching their fists as their eyes communicated the threat that their mouths couldn't.
I took another look at the man, and my green eyes turned golden as I activated it.
All-seeing eyes.
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➪𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉: ★★★★★
➪|𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔: 0|
°Name: Vincent Smith
°Grade: Mortal
°Age: 25
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°|STR:5|
°|AGI:4|
°|END:6|
°|VIT:4|
°|STA:6|
°|PER: 3|
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I pursed my lips, a small frown spreading on my forehead as I glanced at the man's stats.
So utterly weak.
