Out of instinct, Fred choked. His words clung to his vocal cords. His refuting thoughts clogged and backed up his mind. Fred's eyes stared at Ayse as if endlessly trying to reevaluate the mysterious young man.
Fred was forced to speedily plunge his mind before he could ask, "... Who are you?"
"Me? I'm just an outlaw for fun and adventure," Ayse chuckled, popping his knuckles.
"But who are you? What is your bounty?" Fred barked in question.
Ayse shrugged. "What does it matter to you? You can't beat me either way. That's why you're trying to talk me into retreating."
Chtink. Thwack! Frrip, thud…
Not too far away, LaRee slew the first goon to catch up. LaRee used his tomahawk to redirect the goon's knife. And LaRee's free hand flew straight into the goon's chin, with LaRee's palm rattling the man's jaw.
Then, while the goon staggered, LaRee slit the man's throat and kicked him away.
