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"Tell me, what happened here?"
The leader of the search party said to the tough guy. His nose was splurting rage and zeal. The tough guy could had mistaken them for phlegm if he wasn't skilled and thoughtful.
"He escaped with Lude. He escaped with him."
The leader of the search party walked up to the base of a tree and sat. The tough guy was alarmed. Like surprised. Who does that?
"You aren't serious, are you? Why would you sit after what I just said."
The leader spat into a pavement between two fallen brown leaves. He picked up the two leaves and covered the saliva with them. Then he turned to the tough guy.
"If you were this Zealous, you should had gone after it. You should have even killed it. It shouldn't have taken the boy with him."
The tough guy was very much annoyed. He couldn't hide it anymore. He had tried as much as possible to but he couldn't. He wouldn't keep feigning to be what he was not.
"You must be properly insane for saying that? Who asked you even to come? I was going to think of what to do, before yourself and inefficient troupe dragged by."
The leader stood up and walked up to the tough guy. He held him by the collar of the robe and spat in his face.
"Deal with that."
The tough guy punched him hard in the jaw and lifted two of his teeth. The crew member of the leader rushed by and held the tough guy.
They lifted him up and dropped him on one of the twigs. He was lucky not be hurt but he wouldn't give up.
He grabbed the twig he landed on. It had broken into two. He held the two halves in his two hands and charged at the seven.
He whipped those he could in rage but the remaining held him and made a bag of him. Then they tied him to one of the trees.
The leader of he crew was glad that that was happening. He had always wanted to humiliate the tough guy. He would always prove to be the best amongst all the men in the village.
The pain of the whole deal was that, the tough guy belonged to no sect of hunters or defenders of the city. But he would always h****k their honor. All because he loved a lady and wanted to impress her.
The Monarch had revered the tough guy oftentimes at the expense of those who should be respected. And that pissed the s**t outta the other fellows.
"Let your lover come and save you now."
The leader spat into the face of the tough guy and spoke over his head to his crew.
"Let's have some sport."
The seven went away from the tough guy who repeatedly kept cursing and cussing and lashing out venoms of banes. They played deaf to all what he was saying. Made no difference to them.
One after the other, they jumped into the river and headed back to where the IMP used to live.
The tough guy had nothing to say to them. Let them lie in the loo of their misdemeanor.
He would think of freeing himself.
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