"Yo, dumbasses, where are you taking these half-breed teenagers?" asked Ronin, folding his arms.
Everyone turned to look at him, including the half-breed old people. The leader of the guards looked at Ronin and asked in a condescending tone, "Who the hell are you? Hmm? Such a beautiful half-breed girl. It's good you know your place and brought such a nice good to us. The city Lord is going to reward you handsomely for your efforts."
"Me? I'm your mother's husband. I'll give you two choices. First choice, I'll ask you a question and if you answer, I'll leave one of your guards alive. Second choice, I'll ask you a question and if you answer wrongly, I'll kill one of your guards for every wrong answer you give," said Ronin nonchalantly.
"You're courting death," barked the guard's leader, brandishing his sword as he moved towards Ronin at full speed.
Clang...
Ronin took out his low-key weapon, a halberd, and effortlessly parried the incoming attack.
