Damon's fist struck the man before he finished speaking. A translucent shield flashed between them, shattered, and drove its broken pieces back into the chest it was supposed to protect. The man folded around the blow, blood bursting from his mouth as Damon caught him by the throat before he could fly away.
"Senior sister this, senior sister that," Damon snarled, dragging him closer. "Do you people ever introduce yourselves normally?"
The man's eyes bulged. His hands clamped around Damon's wrist, and an enormous surge of mana erupted from his body. A moment ago, he had arrived radiating righteous fury. Now he was kicking desperately at empty air while trying to pry apart fingers that refused to move.
Damon barely felt the resistance. He looked down at the hands gripping his wrist, then at the man's face. This was an A-rank powerhouse, someone whose arrival would once have sent him scrambling for an escape, and the bastard couldn't even loosen his grip.
