One of the sword-wielding mercenaries began to sweat, "Who the hell is this guy…? He wants to fight all of us at the same time? Does he have a death wish or…"
"If he's after the Boss, then he obviously has a death wish! Get him or we won't get paid!" A mercenary with thick, red hair yelled, rushing forward with a large war axe.
Sirius smiled at the first of the hired fighters that charged him, watching as the axe-wielding man roared out while approaching quickly, "Good job taking the initiative. Too bad it won't matter though."
Just as the axe was swung downward towards the top of his skull, Sirius swiftly spun around, kicking the weapon straight out of the studded-armored man's hands.
"Huh–?" The red-haired mercenary was dumbfounded, having swung his hands down but finding no weapon in his grip.
Sirius smirked, "Sorry about that, Champ."
"You–!"
