Once the mercenaries were gone, Alex wasted no time.
He stepped closer to the man, his expression cold and unreadable. This was his chance to get answers.
With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out a sword and pointed it directly at the man's throat.
"Who is behind all this?"
The man's eyes darted around wildly, panic settling in.
But despite his fear, he wasn't completely stupid.
Cowardly? Yes.
Foolish? Maybe.
But not enough to spill secrets so easily.
Instead of answering, he reached for his own sword.
Tch.
Alex sighed inwardly. Why did they always have to make things difficult?
But if a fight was what this man wanted, then a fight was what he'd get.
Without hesitation, the man swung his sword.
Alex dodged easily, his movements quick and controlled.
He wasn't here to play games.
He parried each attack effortlessly, his blade moving with precision.
