"Listen to me, punk. It's no use even if you get on your knees and beg for your life now!"
The grunt was extremely arrogant. They had plenty of men. He did not believe that they could not take care o f one man.
Slap!
In a split second, he seemed to have apparated before the grunt. Then with a flick of his hand, he sent a slap flying toward the side of the grunt's face.
II
The grunt took a sharp intake of breath. That was way too fast. He did not even have time to react and, he had gotten a slap.
He closed his fingers into fists, getting ready to punch Fane. The other men surged forward.
Yet Fane just grabbed his arm in a flash, and with a mighty swing, the grunt was sent spiraling into the men that surged forward.
Then Fane released his grip, and the grunt flew, crashing heavily into a nearby tree. Blood spurted from his mouth as he landed on the ground with a resounding crash.
"Bunch of weaklings. I take good care of you every day, and you're still this useless!"
Ruben understood that Fane was not an easy one to beat when he saw that. "All of you, get him,” he said carelessly. "Get him together. It's obvious that they weren't enough!"
Here, everyone besides Xena and Ruben rushed toward Fane.
The men from before picked themselves up from the ground and charged toward Fane as well.
"It looks like I’ll really have to kill some of you!"
Fane loosened a breath. The grunt who had been flung onto the tree was now lying on the ground, vomiting blood, unable to get up.
He had thought that this would be enough to scare this bunch and force the boss to give him the money.
It was evident that he was too naive. This bunch would not give up so easily.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Fane broke the necks of seven or eight men in rapid succession. The remaining men stopped in their tracks when they saw the bodies on the ground.
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