PoV Forren
Things didn't change after I was done drinking and eating. Everyone was still staring at me and stealing glances.
"Oi, for how long do you intend to keep staring at me? Huh? Want something? Staring at me won't change anything; if there's something you want to say, speak." A flying blade flew straight toward my throat; I was too inebriated to deflect or block it.
"Keep it down, you annoying—" The one who threw the dagger began to speak; he had long, fluffy ears, a human face with long red hair, no eyes, and two mouths set vertically in each one of his cheeks. Before he could finish his sentence, I tackled him and grabbed his right ankle with my left arm. Once we stumbled into the ground, I used my aura to propel myself into the skies and swung his body against the side of the resort.
