The old man blinked twice in disbelief as his mouth slightly went agape. (Well this is not something I would have expected to happen).
He gulped his saliva before darting his glance from Lyon to the destroyed caravan beside him. Tuey was sitting dumbfounded with her hair fluttering from the open wind. The twins were holding each other by arms as they looked at their master in fright. The only calm one was, of course, the beautiful lady with deadly eyes that let out a sigh.
Lyon took his glance away from the bandit's leader that lost his consciousness from the brutal impact. The latter's pride as the leader was instantly crushed along with the ground he was standing on.
"Hm?" Lyon furrowed his eyebrows toward the rest of the bandits.
"Eeek!"
