Witch Can't Calm

"T… Timeless Bloodline?" Ranulph stuttered with widened eyes and a hanging mouth.

Loic can't hold his anger more as he sees him. He clenches his fists and complains. "What the fuck is this!? Is faggot this what you call a present?" The rage he felt exponentially grows as he sees Ranulph's face.

"There's just some bits of your change. Did you get a haircut? Shaved your beard? Or you burned yourself just a tiny bit? You might need one of the dermatologists," Ranulph said like a friend he'd seen for a long time.

"This is what I've said about being calm. You're the only one who thought he's a present. You can still use him, right?" Argos asked but a sudden swift of wind beside him shocks him. It was Loic who ran on his own towards Ranulph. Like a player kicking the football towards the goal, he swings his feet directly to Ranulph's head, putting him to sleep. "Hey! That's savage!"