"That's enough," the voice thundered. Everyone looked up, including Aren.
The Black Knights arrived to handle the situation.
With their presence, everything should have been diffused.
There were five of them, three men and two women, marching in with calm confidence and undeniable authority. The moment they appeared, the crowd quieted, instinctively stepping back.
Aren stopped moving as well, no longer pressing forward toward the ogre.
But the ogre didn't get the memo.
Letting out a resounding roar that shook the street, it planted its feet and charged straight at Aren, claws raised, killing intent overflowing.
Aren didn't move.
If he acted now, he'd only be dragging himself into deeper trouble.
Before the ogre's claws could even come close to his head,
Swish.
A sharp sound cut through the air.
The next moment, dark red blood sprayed outward.
The ogre's arm was cleanly severed.
