"What are you even talking about? Shut him up!" Dunn roared.
One of the two bodyguards bolted forward. A short single-edge sword was his weapon. He unsheathed the short sword with dense killing intention.
But the bodyguard was unsuccessful. Siderius kicked at the pommel, preventing the sword from being withdrew.
"How?!" The kick was so precise that even the bodyguard was surprised.
Before he was able to react, Siderius connected his attack with a second roundhouse kick at the bodyguard's head. His hard boot slammed at the temple of the man, knocking him out cold in one motion.
The bodyguard slumped to the floor.
Silence took over the inn. The patrons held their breath. Dunn's henchmen stood in place with their eyes wide open.
Different from the powerful witches, they had never seen another man who got taken out so quickly and so entirely with such ease.
The bartender shouted. "HEY! I SAID FIGHT OUTSIDE!"
