Annoyance will be dealt with (part 2)

"...what are you on... about...?"

The drunk frowned while having a hard time focusing his eyes on the black-haired man and muttered.

"Your presence is making the food taste bad, kid. Scram."

Medea said with a brilliant smile while lowering the arm that Zorivia grabbed onto to not bring the attention of other patrons to the gesture.

"Tsk... fucking... 'm just taking the chair... here." *cling*

The drunk clicked his tongue and reached out to his pocket; after a second of rummaging, he took out a big copper coin and tossed it at the table.

As if satisfied with his actions, the man looked away, fully intending to take the chair anyway.

*thunk*

"If you will let go of it and leave, you will not be killed."

The next moment a knife got embedded into the wood less than a tenth of an inch away from the drunk's right hand; it was followed by a happy-sounding comment from the black-haired man who threw the weapon – the delayed reaction of the intoxicated youngster ended up being a rather funny sight too.

"WHAT THE...?!" *THUMP*

The brown-haired man ended up letting go of the chair and stumbling back before tripping on his own feet and falling down.

Even though the initial word exchange didn't get much attention, with things escalating at a worrisome speed, the scene became the main focus.

"That's not how you haggle, kid."

Medea snickered and threw the copper coin on the lap of the shocked brown-haired man.

"OI! You lousy black-haired bastard, who the hell do you think you are, huh?! Do you even understand who you are messing with, you...?!"

*crack* *ZAP*

Some spunky shorty got up from the table and shouted at Medea, but the black-haired man already had a response prepared – in the form of a yellow marble that he crushed and unleashed a paralysis spell.

"GHHHH!" *THUMP*

The effect was instantaneous as the feisty man who had to compensate for his lacking posture by being loud ended up having all of his muscles tense up into rocks at the same time and fell down to the side like a dropped broom.

"Though I am certain that none of you is someone of worth."

Medea commented while glancing over at the brown-haired one, who started to crawl away, sobering up in seconds.

"The issue here is that it is you who you don't know who you are dealing with. Young Miss Zorivia Rotteloss wishes to have a peaceful meal, and you loud bunch makes it unpleasant."

The black-haired man continued speaking while rummaging through his inner pocket.

Soon enough, he found whatever he was searching for and reached his hand towards the bunch, preparing themselves for a fight.

"My lady, please look away and cover your ears. This bunch requires some education."

Medea glanced over at the ghastly-pale Zorivia and said encouragingly.

"...o-okay... Just... just don't go overboard..."

The blond-haired girl made a worried expression and fidgetted before complying with the request with little-to-no resistance.

"W-wait, those are...!"

Some of the youths enjoying the encouraging effects of the alcohol recognized the three red marbles that the black-haired man was holding between his fingers and raised their hands as if they were ready to surrender...

*crack* x3 *WHOOO* x3

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Still, Medea's friendly smile turned into a grin, and he crushed three fire pellets unleashing a torrent of fire that swallowed the table and set the annoyances aflame.

They all started doing whatever was in their might to put the flames down – with the exception of the one paralyzed man who was not only getting burnt but also trampled...

*crack* *ZAP* *crack* *ZAP* *crack* *ZAP*

Medea already had some of the yellow marbles prepared, and he cracked one each time one of the burning individuals would approach too close to their table.

Some affected people ran out of the inn, seeing the well as well as the dirt outside to be their only salvation; someone even threw himself out of the window and cut himself on the shattered glass, adding to the list of injuries...

The smartest one of the bunch, a blond-haired youth who must have been barely old enough to order alcohol for himself, was hiding under the table that was set aflame.

Still, his composure didn't last nearly long enough, and seeing what was happening to his comrade, the fear took control of him, and he tried to rush towards the front door of the inn, foolishly showing his back to Medea...

*WHOOSH* *STAB*

"GAH...!" *THUMP*

As if it was his unconditional reflex, Medea shook his arm, getting the second knife in his hand and throwing it – with his aim being true and getting the escaping man in the back of the knee, causing the unfortunate almost escapee to tumble down and crush into a wall right next to the door.

"..."

*crack* *SPLASH* *KSHHHH*

Medea's girn subsided back into a friendly smile, and he took out a blue marble that he crushed, unleashing a stream of water that put out the flames – both on the furniture and the paralyzed youngsters.

"..."

After making sure that Zorivia wasn't peeking, the black-haired man moved to the concussed, almost runaway.

"AGH-GUGH...!" *SLAP*

The blond-haired youngster cried out but was corrected with a slap that seemed to shock him into complete sobriety.

Medea then proceeded to drag him back towards the soaking wet table and threw him on the floor right next to his burnt and still paralyzed comrades.

*WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM* *WHAM*

"HURGH...!"

Without explaining anything, Medea proceeded to kick all five of them several times until he seemed to be satisfied.

"Kneel."

"...huh...?"

*WHAM* *THUMP*

Medea commanded, to which the injured blond-haired youth let out a confused whimper... earning himself another kick that made him slam his head against the floorboards.

"Kneel."

"...!"

Medea repeated himself while his smile became a bit wider, and this time, despite the pain, the blond-haired youth hurriedly complied with the command.

*thump*

"?!?!"

"Not to me. To the lady, your sorry bunch disturbed."

The black-haired man rolled his eyes as the friendly smile on his face disappeared, leaving only his default serious expression as he corrected the youth with a bonk on the head and instruction.

"...?!"

It seemed like the blond-haired youngster wanted to say something, but from experience, he could tell that noncompliance would get him hurt more, so he shifted to the side so that he was facing the young woman... who was still looking away while covering her ears.