Miasma

BANG!!

With a loud boom, a green haired and blueish green eyed man in his thirties punched at the abruptly concentrated gust of wind, but he remained seated as he gazed down at his daughter being attacked in an humiliating manner with force he could analyse and understand its lethality, but since Eadwulf didn't react, he let it be for now.

'Tsk, useless child!' He, Grant Von Hollandse, Fayre's father, cursed in his mind. Though he didn't really feel that bad about her getting attacked, nor would he care if she died, he had to put up a façade of being a caring father hence he acted as if outraged, which he indeed was but for matters that didn't really concern Fayre's wellbeing, but instead his worries were about his and his household's reputation.