"Hey, stop. This is Big Brother Rand's business. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay out of it." One of the lackies gripped Dyon's shoulder firmly, looking to severely injure him. However… he would soon be severely disappointed.
Dyon's fist blasted to his side, firmly connecting with his rib cage and causing him to keel over and violently belch out volumes of blood.
As though nothing had happened, Dyon found his way to Virvor's side before casually looking over this Rand character's stout figure.
"I didn't ask for any help." Virvor suddenly said.
"I didn't say that you did." Dyon responded with a shrug.
"Good. Good." Rand felt his fury building. Not only did this trash from the 98th quadrant dare to buy something he wanted, another had actually injured one of his men in front of him. "I'll tear you both limb from limb!"
