"Get out of here,"
"Ahhh!"
A man was thrown out of the moving carriage. Slumped on his ass, the man glared at the thug who had thrown him on the ground, "Who are you? What are you doing? I was the one who hired this carriage—"
The rest of the words that the man wanted to say came to a halt as Alton swiped his claws at his neck. The head of the man rolled on the ground with blood splattering all over the place.
"Now, Now," Ollie with a smile on his face said to Alton, "What do you think you are doing? You shouldn't do such a thing. If you go around murdering people like that then people will call the council on us."
"Its his fault for being so chatty," Alton dug his ear with his forefinger and spat on the corpse of the man lying on the ground. "I pulled him nicely, why did he have to yap like that?"
"You threw him on the ground."