Nolan started walking toward him, each step echoing like thunder in the silent battlefield. The man twirled the stick in his hands with desperate speed, his eyes wild as he lunged at Nolan. Just as the weapon was about to slam down, Nolan's left hand shot out like lightning, grabbing it, yanking it from his grasp, and hurling it aside. In the next instant, his fist connected with the man's face. Boom! The impact sent shockwaves through the air, yet Nolan soared forward gracefully, landing silently on the ground. Without hesitation, he grabbed the man by the collar, lifting him off his feet.
"Hey, come here," Nolan's voice cut like a blade. "Who's your boss? Tell me now, or I swear, one more hit and you'll regret it."
Pain twisted the man's face, and he trembled under Nolan's gaze. "Y you… you already defeated the boss… the boss was luthar… you defeated him already…" he stammered.
