One-Sided Brawl

The men from the Mercenary Association were clearly hesitant to follow the order. Since the group of mercenaries they were supposed to arrest had completely ignored Cromwell, it was obvious that they held influence within the association. However, they couldn't very well disobey orders from a superior either, so they very reluctantly closed in on Moxinke, while one of the warriors whispered, "Sir…"

Moxinke casually pushed the warrior a few steps back. "This doesn't concern the lot of you; just watch from the side. Hey, old man, didn't you say you wanted to arrest me? Why don't you do it yourself!" Moxinke curled his finger into a taunting gesture. 

"How arrogant of you. It seems like you don't respect the authority of the Mercenary Association at all." Cromwell sneered, "A quick defeat will serve the likes of you well!" Before he finished speaking, he unsheathed his sword with a crisp 'shing'.