Victor coughed violently, stumbling out of the smoke cloud with his sword raised. His eyes darted around, momentarily disoriented.
"You cowardly—!"
He didn't finish.
Julien was already there.
With a sharp grin, Julien ducked under Victor's sword swing and slammed his fist into Victor's ribs. The impact made Victor stumble, his breath hitching.
"That's for calling us pathetic," Julien said, shaking his hand. "Damn, you're built like a brick."
Victor's face twisted with fury. "You—"
I didn't give him a chance to recover.
"Quickly catch them, you idiots!" I shouted at the others while they were staying still, doing nothing.
Garrick ran towards them like a raging bull and grabbed two noble brats at once—one by the collar and the other by the waist.
"Gotcha!" he bellowed.
The first noble brat flailed, trying to break free, but Garrick lifted him off the ground like he was made of straw.
"Put me down, you brute!" the noble wheezed.
Garrick grinned. "Sure thing!"
