After a few back-and-forth words and plenty of bickering, the expected end had come; where philosophy ends, bones would clash, and the sound of metal slicing through flesh would ring in our ears.
Only this time, it seemed our job wouldn't be easy; the gray-haired man had a small chance of being a former soldier, but was probably a retired police chief.
There was no doubt that the ten people he brought with him had been with him for many years anyway; to handle the security of a massive shopping mall, he would need to work with the men he knew best.
While thoughts were taking shape in my head, the chief of the security guards bolted like lightning and sped towards where Rimel was; the old fox had wanted to take down our healer first.
"Hold your horses, kid!"
This wasn't our first time facing this situation; our tank, reading the intent in the enemy's eyes, had already taken his place in front of the young girl.
"Wow, your hands work as much as your mouth!"
