My blade comes out from its sheath faster than a roach can dig into a pile of leftovers.
Sloan herself removes her blade and we separate to give each other room to maneuver, but stay close enough that we don't let them surround and separate us.
I count four, two of which are armed and the other two are carrying large bags filled with mana crystals.
"Go ahead" the silver-haired terran girl instructs the two behind her softly.
"How dare you" she whispers.
"You don't know what his life was like, you have no idea"!
"He was destined for greatness"!
"He was destined to lead the people, but you had the nerve to raise your hand to one of us".
"I swear that I-"
Her words are cut off as I relieve myself in front of her.
Holding my throbbing extremity in one hand and a blade in another I show her exactly what I think about her holy place.
"You were saying"? I ask.
"You're all the followers of that dirty whore Useja"?
