Distracted
Frey had just finished the last of the mercenaries when he caught some motion in the corner of his eye. A cowardly pretender bolted, leaving their unconscious comrades behind. Without thinking much of it, Frey sprinted after the straggler, who barely made it into the maze of construction sites before he was caught.
Frey had overpowered plenty with his size but this fight felt too easy, more of a bother than a fight. It only took a few punches to knock the straggler out. 'Maybe I went a bit far,' he thought as he examined his handiwork.
A hand placed itself on his shoulder. "I think he's had enough, Frey," one of the construction workers said, who wore a fur coat with a plaid shirt beneath it. There was something vaguely familiar about his full beard and domineering posture, which dwarfed Frey.
Frey scrolled through his memories and came up with a name to match the beard: "Krant?"