Nathan's POV
"Hey, mongrel, how's your marksmanship?" As I found a good vantage point, wiping my sniper rifle, a cheeky male voice came from behind.
My hands paused for a moment, without turning around, I calmly responded, "Accurate enough to shoot down those who have no idea how to write the word 'respect.'"
"Ohhh—" With my counterattack, the crowd behind me erupted into cheers. "Looks like our little mixed-blood has some character! Sebastian, are you scared?!"
"Me? As a legitimate member of The Blue Blood Pack, I don't even know how to spell the word 'fear' in my entire life!" Sure enough, Sebastian immediately raised his fighting spirit. He strode over to me, kicking away my sniper rifle.
"Why bother doing the servant's job of cleaning guns?! All I know is you're a mongrel, but I didn't expect you to be a cowardly one! What? You want to fight me now?! Huh?!" Sebastian noticed my clenched fists, crouched down with interest, and continued to provoke me.