"And here is your reason why I never considered you a good material for my group," said Layn while calmly observing the approaching group. For anyone else in his shoes, seeing a group of nearly twenty men rushing at him with their weapons brandished would quickly force them to either escape or seek help.
But Layn was a damned archmage.
'I survived on the greatest battlefield humanity will see in the next tens of thousands of years if not millions of years. And you expect me to get scared by you?' ridiculing the attackers in his thoughts, Layn simply waved his hand.
The air turned stale.
"DIE!" shouted the same man who tried to coerce Layn into paying up before. His sword made an arc above his head before striking down at Layn's right shoulder. Yet, the archmage did nothing to stop it.
"What?!" muttered the same man. His sword was stuck in the air, barely an inch away from Layn's face.
