Chapitre 108: Gullible

"You little cunt!" Shorty, the puny axe-wielding independent, yelled out of nowhere.

He walked to the edge of the ice platform he and the other independents standing were on.

"You would be wise to choose your words carefully! At least... that's what I would have said when you first opened your mouth. But now, you've gone too far. I'll skin you from head to toe myself now!"

Sol's gaze lowered, locking onto Shorty's eyes. A look of slight disgust began to twitch on his face.

"H-hey!" Helbar said with a nervous voice. He reached his hand forward and touched Sol's shoulder.

Sol looked back at that moment.

Helbar spoke whilst looking at Sol, "L-lets not fight them. We aren't in the state to do that right now... you know that, right?" 

He paused, as both of them turned and glanced at their injured group.

They looked at each other again and Helbar continued: