"You're some strong, shining armor knight! Come on, man, let's have a fight!"
"Yeah, just look at these dabs!" the bulky man grinned, raising his massive biceps as if they were steel cannons. The veins bulged like twisted ropes, his chest puffed like a drum.
A roar of laughter followed, and in seconds, more people crowded around. The street filled with onlookers shouting, clapping, some even throwing coins on the ground. The tension shifted from curiosity to brewing chaos.
"Come on, one match! One little brawl!"
"You afraid of breaking a nail, Knight Lady?"
Ariana tightened her grip on her sword. Her brows furrowed, not from insult, but from the sinister presence she had sensed behind her. She turned briefly and caught a glimpse—a pair of bloodshot eyes glaring at her from within the crowd, eyes that didn't shine with mischief but with the promise of violence.
