Gis, well aware of the meaning of my gesture, yanked out his chain scythe—his face livid green.
"You motherf**king bastard!"
"Hey, you can also bark?"
Distancing myself away from him, I was also about to draw my sword. When a strong, compressed wind pressure materialized and carried Gis away from his feet. Frillite was wielding her greatsword.
"Stop. We are here to solve the abnormal situation that is currently happening in the forest, and not to fight among our fellow heroes."
Seeing Frillite step up made Gis twist his face beyond recognition as he reluctantly but silently inserted back his chain scythe. It seems that the experience of having a hole punctured right through the stomach was quite memorable.
"Kieran. You too, take your hands off the sword."
"Alright, but did you really have to split the poor table? Judging from the look on Sir Randolph's face, it seemed to be an expensive one."
