David stared the fatso in front of him down, his mind already trying to figure a way out of this without resorting to violence. He couldn't care less if these scum died or not, but he knew this would only bring unwanted attention to him.
But as the three other men wrapped around their little group, David knew there was no more time to think. He either acted now, with the roughness of a hammer, or they would force him into the sharpness of a sword.
Kary was watching two of the men looking at her from much closer now, drool coming out of their mouths.
One of them took a step forward, extending his hand toward her.
"Come here, babe. Don't stay with those two pipsqueaks. I'll show you what a real man tastes like. You'll never want to go back up to the top world."
