"Where is that proud face now, huh? Hero?" taunted the leader of the brats, the oldest one that Sam had sucker-punched a few days ago.
"At least we aren't cowards who hide behind hired help," Sam retorted, turning his blade slightly.
Einar didn't even have a sword, nor did Damian, though he had spare ones in his spatial storage.
"These kids are dumbasses, but you guys are adults? You there, what's the plan? Bully some kids so these brats can feel less useless than they are?" Damian tried to talk them down. It might have worked against him, though, as the second-ranker looked at the boy leader with a stoic expression. However, Damian could see in his eyes that he considered this situation less than ideal.
"Shut your trap... Now.. Go!.. Show them what happens when they disrespect our noble houses!" yelled the oldest brat, and all the adults rushed forward.
