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*SLAP*

A pair of eyes opened up, abruptly awoken by a stinging backhand across the cheek.

The eyes saw a young man standing above him, the sun blaring brightly in the sky behind.

"Get up, slug." Tyr exclaimed, having just slapped Jiro across the face.

"You didn't need to slap me." Jiro responded, annoyed and also exhausted at this point.

"Yeah? Well I wanted to. Get up... I don't spill sympathy for fucks like you." Tyr grabbed the short man by the hair and lifted him in the air.

"Ack!" Jiro exclaimed in pain.

'I swear...' He thought to himself, staring at Tyr with malice boiling inside, 'When I get free, I'll butcher this mother fucker myself. I don't care if I have to go against the guild... he will be mine. He will be mine to torture.'

Tyr tossed the short slug onto the shoulders of a few Zasean natives.

He and these three Zasean natives made their way through the crowd of hundreds of soliders.