"Are you done?"
Hide's voice was quiet, completely devoid of inflection. He didn't blink. He just stared up at the massive C-Rank Exterminator with detached curiosity, as he were a loud insect.
Marcus Vance blinked, clearly not expecting that response. A muscle in his thick jaw twitched. "Excuse me?"
"I asked if you were done," Hide repeated, his tone deadpan. "You wanted to stand in my way, flex your armor, and give a little speech so your squad could feel tough. You did it. Are you done, or is there a second verse?"
One of the lackeys stepped forward, his face flushing red. "You little piece of—"
Marcus held up a massive, gauntleted hand, stopping his subordinate. The mocking smile was gone from the captain's face, replaced by an ugly, swelling anger. He leaned down, bringing his face inches from Hide's.
