[This fucker is probably just spouting some bullshit so I can let him live...]
[But... I should at least hear him out...]
"What are you talking about, man?"
Berkah folded his arms across his chest and inquired.
The man with the braided scalp, still on his knees, raised his head and spoke.
"I have heard rumors about you. You are the one they call Dark Wing, are you not? The entire city has been talking about you ever since they saw your strength at the Amphitheater. May I stand?"
Berkah nodded, prompting the man to stand.
[Wow, news travels fast...]
"And? Get to the point."
Berkah spat, tapping his index finger on his forearm.
"This city..."
The man gritted his fangs, desperately trying to force himself to speak.
"We are in grave danger, all of us are... They plan to kill us all!"
The man trembled and pinched his short braids.
"Calm down... What are you talking about?"
