The other two Tier 47 fighters stepped forward to flank the teal-haired man as soon as Abyron showed himself.
"I noticed you a while ago, kid." The short man sneered. "You really think you can hold off all three of us by yourself?"
"You're quite handsome, and strong too." The marked woman giggled. "I almost can't bear to hurt you. Why don't you come home with me instead? I'll take very good care of you."
"Enough with the flirting, you shameless woman. He's human," the short man said irritably.
"I know. It was only a joke. Do you have to be so serious?"
"..."
Ethan looked at Abyron in resignation. The guy really was too handsome for his own good. Maybe Ethan shouldn't let him wander around outside anymore. It was too dangerous.
Abyron had no room to think about any of that. His expression was grim as he faced the three Tier 47 fighters.
He could handle one without a problem. Against two, he could at least hold his ground for a while. But three...
Honestly, he wanted to run.
