'Chris, what a disgusting coward,' Roy thought, counting the opponents he faced. There were five in total, including Pierre.
They were taller, bigger, and obviously older than he was. However, that didn't do much to quench the rising flame in his chest.
'I have to think. Either I use [2x Multiplier] or summon Greymane. I don't have an energy pool for both.'
Pierre had his hands in the pockets of his uniform, his curtains hairstyle and charming smile radiating a sense of calm and control.
But Roy knew better. The strongest was the one with the power.
"Roy, Roy, Roy. If you kneel, apologise to me, and kiss my foot, I will consider not giving you the worst beating of your life."
One of the seniors beside him, quite tall and horse-looking, scoffed.
"Nah, that's easy. Make it two grand," he said, and the others commented in agreement.
"Sigh…" Roy took off his black, rectangular bag and let it drop to the floor as they approached him.
