Just as the enraged mercenary's booted foot began its descent, something unexpected happened. Another leg intercepted his kick with a swift, powerful movement. The force of the impact sent the man's leg rebounding back, causing him to stumble awkwardly, his balance momentarily lost.
For a split second, there was silence. The entire tavern seemed to hold its breath as the man's furious gaze snapped to the source of the interference.
Adrian stood there, calm and composed, his leg still extended from the block. He slowly lowered it, his expression unreadable as he met the man's enraged glare with a cool, unwavering gaze. The room, once filled with the dull roar of mercenary chatter, was now eerily quiet, all eyes fixed on the confrontation unfolding before them.
The man's face twisted in anger and disbelief, his ego bruised by the audacity of someone daring to interrupt him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled, his voice dripping with menace.
