"This city has been filled with daring youngsters of all kinds lately!" Number One guffawed and then complained as he wiped some blood off his face, "I leave that brat for a minute and he immediately runs off!"
"I heard about you people," Apollo said. "Dragon's Claw. I was planning on dealing with you all, eventually."
Number One's tone of voice suddenly turned apathetic as he started picking his teeth. Even though he was clearly mocking Apollo, he still looked more similar to a predator who had just finished off some prey. "You have a certain family's crest in your coin purse, right? Fork it over."
Even Number Two couldn't find any words to berate this man. He was acting like a common thug robbing some passerby, not like a legendary assassin about to face a master of the sword. 'If nothing else, at least stand straight and stop picking your teeth! We still have a reputation to uphold!' were the thoughts in Number Two's head.