"You're dead." The boy suddenly said, getting up and walking toward Lyrian.
As he walked past the girl, he grabbed her hand gently as a gesture of romance, only for her to reluctantly pull away. After getting in front of Lyrian he said, "Who the hell do you think you are just because you took out some loser in our team. He was a sacrifice, like a sheep. You think you are some big shot cuz just you took him down?" The boy put his hand on Lyrian's shoulder.
"I could kill weakling..." The boy paused, checking out Lyrian up and down before resuming, "Weakling peasants like you with a single punch. That's right, you would be eliminated right on the spot." After he said this, he looked at Lyrian in the face with a cocky, arrogant smile.
Seeing this, a disgusted look appeared on Lyrian's face, 'Shock Fist.' He thought to himself, channeling mana into his fist.
The girl suddenly noticed, "Hey... Harsa! I think you should get out of there!"
