Erik stopped and looked at the person blocking his way. A big tall fellow, hair curled to the side, sneering eyes, hand folded over his chest as he looked down on him. He was almost a seven-foot giant, difficult to believe that he was someone of the same age as Erik. His towering height made many of the cowardly peers gulp, while others were looking at it. The two with intrigue, wondering what Erik's next move would be.
Erik said nothing. His eyes were on the person before him, who didn't back down and locked eyes with him. The stand-off stayed like that for a while before the giant couldn't take it anymore and said, "What you say, young master?"
The giant, Thelma Frostborne, looked was looking down at Erik, who was just looking at him calmly. His calm blue eyes felt a little piercing, but then, seeing the people around him, he felt he could handle that much.
