"Draco Clark, didn't you say that after you finish this call, I would see how 'good-looking' things could get? Well, I'm standing right here, so where is this 'good-looking' you mentioned?"
The incoming figure was burly, thick-armed, and spoke in a rough, booming voice like thunder, clearly a man of great physical strength.
The sight of this demon made Draco Clark's liver tremble; he had been tormented by the brute these past two days!
"Team, Team Leader!"
The man standing behind him was the nightmare of the young Draco, Arlong, whose lax nature meant even the simplest tasks were beyond him, and the Team Leader had scolded him no end, being especially strict with him.
While everyone else was resting, the Team Leader had kept Draco company during practice, training him so hard that his calf muscles turned to jelly.
