An ecstatic roar erupted from the grandstands; no one could hear the sobs of the weeping girl through the narrow window of the cell. The heavily muscled youth was going to wage war, and Dangoz couldn't conceal the grin broadcasting his euphoria; his lips were stretching closer to his ears by the second.
"The Log Family took out their trash, yet somehow the trash is attempting to sneak back into the house. I suppose I can shoulder the duty of helping them eradicate it completely!"
Even as the spikes erupting from the stage floor were on the verge of piercing his face, the nephew of the Wind Claw Union Leader persisted in his arrogance. When he manifested five strides backward a solitary second later, applause erupted from the grandstands that had been starving for action. His arrogance wasn't baseless; striking a bastard who specialized in the Wind Element with such a sluggish assault was an impossibility.
