“Alrighty, old man.. I promise, this.. this last punch will do, to the hospital you go,” Dyrroth let out a faint chuckle, striking another hit into the sorry, homeless man’s guts. He then let the man slide down against the wall dramatically, the man was ready for medical treatment. Then Dyrroth turned to you as if he heard the sounds of your shoes shuffling against the concrete floor.

He scanned your face, the way your jaw dropped and speechless.

“Are you going to keep giving me that surprised pikachu face or should I walk up to you and give you the same treatment?”