"Both," came the brazen reply from the hulking figure, a derisive chuckle lacing his response. His cocky grin morphed into a sneer as he relished in the thought of the victory that he assumed was within his reach. "You rich types, hiding behind your money, your status. You're nothing without your protective shields. Isn't that right, Tristan?"
'Kill, Kill!!!' Tristan's intrusive thoughts screamed in his mind, as opposed to the deadly calmness behind his blank, unreadable facade.
He sized up his attacker, an arrogant smirk etched on his features. As the man spoke, Tristan's eyes roamed over his muscular build, observing every detail, every possible weak point that could slowly have him suffer immensely.
