He let out a heavy breath as his eyes turned sharp. His footsteps were heard as he stepped on a twig.
"Oh? It seems like you guys are stealing my spoils?" asked Lyon as he crossed his arms.
"Huh? Oh, it's you," said one of the men. "No hard feelings outsiders, it's just the way it is."
The man laughed proudly before he said to his friend, "What should we do with him, brother?"
"Hey, outsider! If you have any more then you need to give it to us," said the other as he showed his sword by his waist.
The implication was clear but the act only made Lyon chuckle.
"What's so funny?" the men grimaced. "Let it be your blessing, outsider. After all, if you give us your remaining horns then we will not add anything after you got beat up by the two princes, hahahaha!"
"Beat up by the two princes? Hah, what makes you think they could beat me?" snorted Lyon with a smile.
