The old man glared at Hex. Although a smile rested on his face, it was clear he was pissed off. The old man tightened the grip on his cane, making the old and wrinkly skin on the back of his hand stretch out. He had large blue veins that squirmed around, almost like they were joining in the rage of the old man.
"I am not helpless just because I have been weakened!"
Suddenly, the old man flicked his cane upwards, pointing it at Hex. The guise of frailty was completely dropped. He stood up straight, clearly not needing the cane.
In a certain sense, it was a ridiculous looking scene. If he were in the middle of a city, just barely limping forward with a cane, his actions would draw many looks.
However, the results of his actions would draw even more looks.
