One of them, a young man with a sweaty face, stopped when he saw him.
"Hey, you there!" he shouted, wiping his brow.
"You're the guy everyone's talking about, the one who beat Warrick last night, right?"
Maxime shrugged, a slight smile on his lips.
"Yeah, that's me."
The soldier looked at him admiringly.
"Man, you have no idea how many guys tried to beat him. Especially since that guy was so insufferable at chill parties...And that in every dimensional battlefield, tch."
"How did you defeat him?"
Maxime pretended to think, then answered with a falsely serious air:
"It's because I'm a genius."
The group burst out laughing, lightening the mood a little.
"Well, genius, if you've got some free time, we could use some arms to move all this stuff," the soldier offered with a smile.
