Garan looked at Okra, the only level twenty aborigine they had to deal with. He also had good equipment and skill, and it was obvious he was among the upper tier among the mercenaries in Fargo.
He was definitely a skilled mercenary and it wouldn't be so easy for Garan to defeat him quickly. However, Garan had no will to delay the battle and he immediately threw ice picks at the man, who swiped them away with his sword.
Garan saw this and he knew this person must've caught a lot of the shots towards Fargo, maybe even Althea's shots. By extension, this guy must've annoyed his wife very much during the war, and his attacks unconsciously became harsher.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! BANG!
"AH!" Okra yelled as he was unable to block one, then two, fast-moving ice picks.
