Food Stop

Nect's consciousness was forcefully driven out of his body by Sol. The kid had a serious gaze on his face. 

Allowing anyone to get away with insulting him would be an insult to his own self-worth. A show of weakness. 

The guards' faces turned a bit sour from seeing their Vice Squadron Leader crushed into the drive. 

'But... he's only a kid. What kind of look would it give us if we were to run away with our tail tucked between our legs?' A guard thought to himself, urging his horse to move forward. 

*Heeeheeeehehehe* 

The stallion neighed loudly, refusing to budge forward. Instead, it flailed its forward legs in the air, backing away even more. 

"Woah! Calm down, Betsy!" The guard exclaimed. 

"Well, come on then!" Sol suddenly yelled as the guards all looked at him with slightly concerned faces. 

"If you're going to fight me, then come at me and make it quick! I have more important things to do!"