RUNS TO A WALL, HOPS OFF SAID WALL AND SLAPS MANFROY ACROSS HIS OLD FUGLY FACE. THIS IS FOR ALL THE LIVES YOU FUCKED UP
Manfroy staggers back from the force of the punch, but the magic he’d cast upon his body ( to maintain it even in old age ), prevented him from entirely collapsing. He appraises his assailant indignantly, although he can’t say it’s unexpected. His sect had made many an enemy. This little girl only needed an excuse from the myriads that the sect’s enemies had access to.
“Pah! Did you think that that measly action alone would avenge a loved one? Which of your family did I so happen to slay? Your father? A child from the hunts? I care not. You may join them in death.”











