A bitter smile emerged on Jack's face as he recounted the last parts of his story. He explained how he was escorted out of the shop under the ugly, hideous grin of the conceited little rat.
He could see in his eyes how good he must have felt, coming back so quickly to get some payback for the humiliation he had suffered just a few hours ago in this very same place.
His colorful taunts, arrogant attitude as he pranced around like some heir of a noble, powerful household… Jack found it incredibly hard to retain a mostly neutral disposition and ignore the scrawny guy.
After that, Jack's story was almost at its end. A battle ring was quickly formed as the more than twenty band members encircled him, closing off all routes for escape. He could recall a gruff, deep voice bellowing at him from somewhere above, but strangely he couldn't recall the face that spoke, only that it spoke from somewhere above.
