"The 'legendary human hero will arrive at Storm Corner soon'... A hero? Bullshit... I've never been rescued by one."
The noseless man who was loudly reading the newspaper in the tavern sneered and tossed it aside.
"You could go to him for 'rescue,' Storm Corner isn't far from town," his companion mocked.
"Forget it, but I'm quite interested in 'rescuing' him."
The noseless man's lewd remark elicited a burst of laughter in the tavern.
A bandage silently wrapped around his neck; numbed by cheap alcohol, he remained unaware of the threat, as his head started feeling short of oxygen, making it hard to breathe. He instinctively raised his hand to his neck, only for the bandage to tighten and snap his neck bone.
The tilted body fell along with a wooden chair, and his companion initially laughed, but only realized they were under attack when blood and flesh oozed from his nasal cavity.
