After a few insults and lots of quarrels, the expected end had come; where philosophy ended, bones would collide, and the sound of metal cutting flesh would ring in the ears.
Our job didn't seem easy this time; the gray-haired man was unlikely to be a veteran, possibly a retired police chief.
There was no doubt that the ten people he had brought with him had been with him for many years. He should have worked with the men he knew best to take care of the security of the huge mall.
As thoughts were forming in my head, the head of security sprang like lightning and accelerated towards where Rimel was. The old jackal wanted to take down our healer first.
"Come slow, old man!"
Not the first time we have encountered this situation. Our tank had already taken its place in front of the young girl, reading the intent in the eyes of the enemy.
"Wow, it works on your hands like your chin!"
