Dark Alley (3)

Standing in the dark alley, Zayne's eyes shone for an instant, gleaming sharply. 

"Old timer, get back," he said with a sense of confidence and walked forward step by step. 

"Yeah…."

Corre did not particularly like the boy's air. Why was he changing his name as he wanted to 'old man', 'old dude' 'middle-aged dude,' but he guessed he had to shut up. Even he had to admit that the boy's back cannot look more reliable right now. 

'Be aware, boy.' He thought. 

With his remaining strength, Corre then carried the unconscious children to the side, so they would not be hurt. After placing them gently to lean on the wall, he grabbed his right arm's bicep and couldn't help but clench his teeth with a forlorn expression. 

His right arm was his dominant one, so it was the one he used to parry Ogas' claw attacks earlier. Due to that, his muscles were still screaming in pain.