"Look at this beggar-looking bastard, boys! Don't you dare strip off your clothes; they probably reek even worse than this house!"
Joining the short man who laughed loud enough to drown out the sounds of battle echoing from the ground floor, the bastards behind him mocked Mel's appearance, yet the only thing the targeted young man coveted was the answer to his question.
"How are you going to demonstrate that you're a real man?"
Subjected to a similar question for a second time, the individual leveled his sword at Mel; the flames exposed all the filth of the upper floor, yet nothing that existed here before could reek as atrociously as the mouth of the bastard who was about to speak.
"You losers probably have zero strength left in your waists from toiling in the mine. Step aside and watch; let your big brother show you how it's done! You, the pale-skinned one, get your ass over here right now, or I won't get off you until I leave you incapable of walking straight for days!"
