"Fuck! Shit!"
Lubor turned pale, breathing every expletive even as he stumbled backward.
The man striding toward him was an incarnation of terror, almost as if he was not human, like some ancient god whose very cries would leave the world shaking.
As for Frank, he could see that Silverbell's dress was almost torn off, and he certainly knew what Lubor was up to.
Making sure to walk close enough to Lubor, he suddenly bellowed with a roar.
"Argh!!!"
Lubor's adrenaline kicked in right then, and he suddenly found the strength to turn and bolt.
"Are you really trying to run?! Hah!" Frank snorted and simply waved his hand.
Then, even as Lubor ran, he suddenly found himself unable to feel his legs and fell, unable to catch his balance at all.
"W-What?! Argh!!!" Lubor let out a blood-curdling scream even as he looked down.
His legs were severed cleanly from his knees with pure vigor, and he could see that they were still standing further behind him when he turned.
Soon, a group of cars came to a screeching halt right in front of Lubor, and he looked up, delighted when he saw the plates.
Mustering strength he did not know he had, he pulled himself up to the car hood as he turned and laughed at Frank. "Hahaha! You're a dead man! These cars are my family's, and the people inside are our family's martial elites!"
Frank stopped too, watching as Lubor continued raving.
In fact, the car Lubor crawled onto was Edon's car.
He had rushed here with the Favonis' elites under orders from Chet, and he was glowering as he alighted and saw Lubor's tragic state.
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