The sight of two arguing men lured the trio's gaze. They observed, trying to understand the cause, and their ears perked up.
"You, step away from my line before I do something drastic," a red-headed man growled while scratching the lice-ridden mess off his beard.
On the opposite side, a thin-figured fellow with blue lips and an afro shouted back: "Yours? Two-timing Kvâvaras blubber off into the Nêther, my line is just right here… bloody Bælt?"
"Say that again!" the redhead grabbed the man's collar and pulled him closer. His eyes began to glow red.
The lanky man retorted even louder: "You stupid slacker!"
Arms lifted, and a fight ensued. A barrage of fists blasted faces, with two bodies sprawled and struggling on the ground.
As blood splattered on the dirty alley, and pain raced down hurting nerves, suddenly, a couple of hands stopped this madness. They dragged the fighters away from each other.
