"Look at that beggar, boys! Don't take off your clothes; they smell shit than this house!"
Joining the short man who was laughing loud enough to drown out the battle sounds downstairs, those behind him were making fun of Mel's appearance, but what the target young man wanted was to get his question answered.
"How will you show that you are a real man?"
The second time a similar question had been asked, the person thrust out his sword at Mel, the flames revealing all the filth above, but nothing that had happened here before could smell as bad as the mouth of the person who would soon speak.
"You losers don't have the strength to work your waist from working in the mine. Just step aside and watch; let this brother show you! White-skinned one, come here right away, or I won't get off you until you can't walk properly for days!"
