"Yo, had a nice time?", I amusedly remarked, as I saw the split second visage of unfocused and utterly confused C ranked magic user.
My voice seemed to bring him back to reality though. Cause the next second his now sharp eyes met mine, and then, there was no need of words-
-Schwing
With one foot on the table and one foot on his seat, Mark stood on the table as his sword remained still, firmly locked with mine.
-Clang!!
A blast of wind accompanied by a loud clang caused a commotion, scaring the customers, most of them running away, not wanting to get caught up in a fight between magic users, but not all were like that...
From within the establishment, a girl wearing an apron over a casual day dress came rushing into hall, spotting both of us. Then pointing a finger at both of us, she fearlessly shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, MARK!!?"
Mark flinched hearing her voice, maybe, only now, getting a hang of his surroundings, but still, he didn't back down.