Unaware of the Oriole Behind

In an instant, the ‘army’ blocked both exits in the alley. Raising their weapons, their ferocity was overwhelming.

"Look who we captured? Two big fish! The sissy Sicilian rich boy, and the sneaky Professor!" The short and stocky man at the front laughed. He held a heavy flame-shaped sword, and a horned helmet covered his face. His voice was scratchy yet icy.

"‘Basset Werner?" Lorenzo finally realized who the ‘army’ was. They were not in the army, or more accurately, they were no longer in the army. They were Asgardians! Born with the genes of pirates, these thugs, who could not do anything other than kill, spread around the world after their country’s disarmament. They made a living with their swords and were infamous for being heartless, never leaving behind any survivors. A portion of them had come to Avalon under the leadership of their former commander, Werner, and had become a cancerous part of downtown.