'Seduction?'
Wilmore could skim it from the chubby men's faces. It was a pleasure for them to see the beasts fighting, something that could seduce them.
"Kill these Natasha!"
"No, please, we can give you everything you wish!"
The one in front of Wilmore pleaded.
"Don't persuade me to kill your families too!"
The men exchanged glances in terror.
"Who the hell are you, bastard?"
Wilmore strode to the one who insulted, taking his dagger out, it twinkled a glint and cut the man on the neck. He fell on the ground, strangling with his own blood, his wide eyes saw the black boots.
"I am Wilmore Bolingtone."
The others twitched out of fear, bowing for him, this man was the prince of Velator and now nothing could save them. Natasha didn't wait and her sword swung, slicing one after another when Wilmore raised his palm, tilted his head, "keep this one. I'll gladly hear to what he is tending to tell us."
