Don’t sweat

Before the enemy could do, what he was ordered the ground trembles again, this time a broad man appeared from the ground, tossing everyone with strength as the private militia struggle to gain hold of their lines.

When he finishes the leader off, he walks towards Alastor.

“You pretty screwed up, eh.”

Alastor recognize the gruff voice.

“Meil? Why are you here?”

“My business is down and it’s because of that madman. So, here I am, helping to take down his ass.”

“Everyone, this is my friend, Meil.”

“Hi.” Linda greeted, “I’m surprised Alastor has a friend.”

“Let’s keep that to ourselves.” Alastor said.

“Thank you, for saving our ass-es.” Ken expressed his gratitude.

“Don’t sweat it. Rod paid me to assist you all. Although, I am a resign Glade mercenary, I’m more reluctant on staying my nose from this mess.”

“Glade, what?” Linda asked.

“I’m an ex rank A Glade mercenary, well, back in the old days. So, tell me, what’s the plan?”