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"So, you do know me. Then you should also know what happens to those who call me ugly, right?" Brian's grin widened, baring his yellowed, uneven teeth like a predator toying with its prey.

The man's body trembled uncontrollably with intense fear.

"P-please forgive me..." the man choked out, feeling like these might be his last words.

"If you want forgiveness, go to the Church. Why the hell are you asking me?" He sneered, then leaned in closer, his breath reeking of cheap ale and rotten food. "Do you know what they call me?"

Now, however, he was starting to regret it a bit. If he had known that street fights were such a common occurrence here, he would've at least sent a few fireballs at that guy's face. How dare that guy call him a little runt and try to hit Azalea!

From the murmurs around him, it was clear that this kind of scene wasn't anything new.

"Who's fighting outside this time?"