He squinted, sizing up Roland's seemingly unremarkable build and plain, unmarked traveler's attire.
"Another meddler?"
He spat, clenching his fists tighter until the knuckles cracked.
"Kid, I don't care who you run with. In Gray Rock City, anyone who gets in the way of Blood Fang's business better make sure their bones are hard enough to take it! Get him! Let's take this nuisance out first!"
Before the words had even faded, he let out a low roar. Done with testing the waters, he poured all his Power into his right fist, which stirred a vicious gust of wind as it smashed toward Roland's face.
The punch was completely devoid of finesse, just the raw, vicious brute force honed in street brawls. An ordinary person would likely suffer a fractured bone and collapse on the spot.
Almost simultaneously, the short, stocky Mercenary howled and lunged from the side, a Short Knife suddenly appearing in his hand as he stabbed at Roland's ribs.
