Hearing Rigurd's words, their murderous gaze unflinching, the brothers watched as the man stood still without saying anything else.
Despite being quite far from him, the distance between them almost the length of half a football pitch, Aiden and Flynn couldn't spot a single opening in Rigurd's stance.
Not that it fazed them one bit.
It wouldn't stop them from mopping the floor with him.
The Obelisk Arm on the other hand, ever a man of few words and always brooding, gazed at the two youths with a look that seemingly ordered them to make the first move.
To him, it was his way of showing mercy even though he was going to be snuffing the lights out of them a few moments from now.
However, when he noticed that they were similarly returning that exact same order with their own gaze, Rigurd, for a brief moment, wondered if they were just putting up a brave front.
