Aster could no longer tolerate their nonsense. As the wind blades flew toward him, aiming for his vitals, he didn't bother dodging. Instead, he drew his sword and swung it once.
*CRACK!*
With that single swing, all the wind blades shattered, dispersing into a harmless gust of wind. This gave Aster time to take a closer look at the man who'd attacked him. His face was vaguely familiar.
"You... I remember you," Aster muttered, his voice filled with cold rage. "Weren't you the one? That party running from the Giant Sand Scorpion last night?"
The man's eyes widened in shock. How did Aster know that? Then it clicked. He recalled that, before fleeing, there was another party that had stood their ground, serving as a scapegoat.
"You—you're the leader of that idiotic party?!" the man growled.
