Chapter 11: Cutting Ties, Forming a Guild
"Johnnie, why is this woman here?" Tyrande raised her long neck arrogantly, her tone sharp and spiteful.
Johnnie ignored her completely, instead focusing on Crysic's flushed cheeks. He coldly asked, "Who hit you?"
Crysic shook her head, not daring to speak.
Tyrande, furious at being ignored, snapped, "Johnnie, I'm talking to you. You better give me a reasonable explanation!"
Slap!
A sharp slap rang through the air.
Tyrande stood frozen, her cheek burning with pain. She stared at Johnnie with wide eyes, in disbelief.
"Explanation? It's exactly what you're seeing. Is that good enough?" Johnnie sneered, his gaze cold and devoid of any emotion as he looked at the woman.
"You actually hit me?" Tyrande finally reacted, covering her burning cheek with one hand. Her finger pointed at him, trembling slightly.
"Malfurion, are you just going to stand there and watch me get hit?" She turned to her brother, who had just gotten up from the floor, furious.
Malfurion's face was twisted with anger as he took a step forward. But as soon as he met Johnnie's icy gaze, his body involuntarily shuddered. He cowardly stepped back behind Tyrande, speaking in a low voice, "Sis, I can't take him on."