Chapter 83: The Bandit Raid Part 6
"Ha, it’s about time you showed up. I was starting to think something happened to you all." A man who was sitting down on a chair, sharpening his glaive, said without looking up at his opponents.
He had a lean but muscular build. Scars marked his body, showing his many victories in battle. He had scruffy facial hair and unkept wild hair, akin to someone living in the wild.
From the look in his eyes, one could tell that he was tired, not tired from exhaustion, but from life itself. He didn’t care anymore and just wanted to do whatever he wanted. Live life freely without a care in the world.
"Carlos." Sasha scowled. "You sent those assassins after us!"
"Sure did. They should have finished the job as well, but I guess you can’t rely on people to do your own dirty work. They never get things right." He stood up, stretching his back.
Rick’s Party all got into position and readied themselves.
Rick pointed his sword at Carlos, putting on a good act. "You wont be walking out of here alive."
"What a dumb saying. The dead can’t walk."
"That’s the point, dumbass!" Stacey said back.
Carlos smiled, looked up at his glaive, and brushed some dust off it. "Do you know why they call me ’Carlos, the Jabber’ despite using a glaive as my weapon?"
Sasha rolled her eyes. She didn’t care about a history lesson and wanted to get this over with. "Because they couldn’t come up with a better nickname. Who cares."
"Heh, no, no. It’s because everyone gets taken off guard when they realize that I only use a glaive for fun." He vanished and jabbed Sasha right in the neck.