Casual Bar Fight

Grant did not stare down Naos for much longer. He was an impatient man, always being the first to start swinging.

Grant swung first, aiming for his opponent's jaw. His fist whistled through the air for the brief period that it was up, before slamming against Naos's face.

Unfortunately for Grant, Naos was a stalwart man.

Grant started wailing at the man who insulted his group, letting his drunken rage overcome him. Naos stood his ground without saying a word.

Naos coldly watched as Grant started panting and putting less power into his punches. Naos's attention was pointed towards the metal that had appeared briefly.

His bruised face healed quickly the more theories that he thought of. Before long, Grant had stopped attacking him to catch his breath.

The panting man was much more sober now that he had let out his anger and energy. Smiling to himself, he stood up straight to look down on the man he bombarded.

But instead of having to look down like he thought, Grant was forced to look upwards at Naos who stood tall, glaring at him with an aloof gaze.

"W-what the hell?" Grant stumbled back in confusion while stuttering. Naos's eyes had given him a feeling of fear he hadn't felt before. "You have s-superpowers too, don't you?"

Naos only glanced at the man who had now fallen on his butt, shivering. He walked slowly in Grant's direction. The noise that came out of Grant's mouth was like a mouse squeaking when seeing a monstrous cat.

The roles had reversed and Grant was sure that he was in major trouble. But before he had the chance to plead, much like the old mayor had done to him before, Naos just walked past him as if he were a speck of dust.

This man dares ignore me? Grant's senseless pride overflowed and flicked the switch of his reasoning off.

Naos arrived at the woman who had been abused by Grant and helped her back on her feet. She was still shaken by the situation but recovered quickly. She was about to thank him but shouted instead.

"Watch out behind you!"

Naos looked back quickly at her outcry and saw Grant holding a chair in the air, swinging it towards his head.

This was a desperate action on Grant's part, a last-ditch effort to get revenge on the man who had humiliated him.

The chair came down fast and shattered on impact. Naos's head was thrown to the side and those who watched in horror, or relief, would've said they had heard a crack.

Regardless of the audible sound of Naos's skull fracturing, he stood tall and gave his rapt attention to the man who attacked intending to kill.

Naos had more experience than this weak man could even comprehend, and fighting someone who had gone berserk was no issue.

Lowering his body weight slightly, Naos pivoted on his back foot and threw his foot at Grant's stomach like it was a bullet.

The impact had created a much louder noise than the shattering chair he had received. Grant was thrown multiple feet backward and landed square on his back.

He crashed into the floor and coughed heavily. Grant was hit hard enough that he was barely conscious and struggling to breathe.

Naos walked slowly to his pathetic foe. He grabbed Grant by the throat and held him just off of his feet, seeing the man dangle and struggle like a bug.

Quickly after Grant was hoisted like he weighed nothing, the groin area of his pants started to grow wetter. Out of fear, Grant had wet himself.

But of course, that was the last thing on his mind. Grant didn't even consider how he could free himself from Naos's grasp, opting to bargain.

"I ca hell ou" Grant's words were slurred and laced with the blood that had risen from his gut.

Naos was silent as he heard Grant struggle to talk. His words made some impact, but Naos's eyes remained apathetic and lifeless. He moved his free hand swiftly and put it back by his side.

Grant was thrown back to the side before he heard the terrifying man speak in an inhuman tone, "Scurry off to the rat's nest. I'll clear it soon enough."

Grant was terrified beyond anything he had experienced before at Naos's words. He scrambled to his feet and rushed off to the distance, disappearing from Calico for the last time.

Seeing Grant run with all his might into the horizon, Naos returned his attention to the more pressing matters. The spectators were silent and the woman he helped was staring at him with a mix of anxiousness, fear, and relief.

The mayor approached him while sighing, "I see that you're a good fighter, but I fear that you only made things worse, Naos. After all, not only does this gang extort us exclusively, but they are also the sole buyer of our wares. If they're gone, how will our town get money?"

Naos seemingly ignored the mayor, which only angered the old man even more. He questioned the newcomer why he was so fearless, to which Naos merely pointed at the floor where Grant had been touching the floor.

Everyone looked where Naos pointed and gasped almost in unison. Growing out of the floor were precious gems like emeralds and diamonds. The kind that was not the most valuable, but not cheap in any way.

The sheer volume of the gems was enough to keep the town afloat and prospering for generations.

The room had gone from chatty and tense to silent in a heartbeat. The silence lasted minutes until one person dared to break the stillness, Naos.

"I saw that the man-child named Grant left a trail of some interesting things." Naos bent down and picked up a diamond the size of the tip of his pinky finger. It glimmered brightly. "As I thought, this was worth the risk."

"I'm sorry to be the pessimistic one," a bystander spoke up, "but this doesn't mean the Goblin Gang won't attack! This only means they have even more reason to do so. I'm worried that no one will be safe this time."

A smaller boy was seen pushing the crowd aside, slipping by their legs. It was Logan who snuck past his mother to see the commotion.

"I told you, mister!" Logan had a toothy grin stretching from ear to ear, "This is magic!"