The man frowned when he saw Silva step up. He pointed at him, "You should stand back, this isn't a place for you," he said.
"Sorry, but I stopped listening a few seconds ago," Silva said and shot forward. His speed was so fast it looked like a flash.
But much to his surprise, two men intercepted him and tried to stop him from reaching the man. Silva smirked as he saw them.
They both took out swords covered in engravings and attacked, a light blue light surrounding their swords. Silva blocked the first without issue, knocking the man a meter back and slamming him through the wall of the warehouse.
He dodged the second attack, grabbed him by the hands, and threw him into the ground. Boom, the ground cracked as he hit.
Silva stood there, sword in his hands. He looked at the man, who was evidently stunned by Silva's strength. But he wasn't panicked. His men had trained since they were young by the guild; there was no way some random being would harm them.
