Vol overlapped them, before Commander Ridley's sword could hope to reach. His hammer was there, warding him away.
"Tsch!" Commander Ridley tutted. "Always you, and you're stupid fucking hammer. Do you think yourself to be clever, you savage? You've just brute forced this! There was no skill! Only a savage's strength, and luck to go along with it."
Vol had no idea what he was saying, but it was at least obvious enough to him that the man was angry. He grinned despite himself, and that only seemed to make Commander Ridley even more enraged.
"Do you think you're safe here, do you?" Ridley growled. "I've thirty gold mercenaries behind me, and fifty soldiers. Do you really suppose that you can stand against me?"
