If they wanted someone to be afraid of them, they’d come to the wrong place. By now, he was more than accustomed to being outmatched in a fight, and these assholes hadn’t even proved themselves yet as anyone he should be afraid of. For the moment, however, it was probably better if they held onto that confidence of theirs, so Hector made his arms tremble.
One of them started laughing. “Look, he’s shaking!”
Someone else joined in. “He’s too scared to move! Aha! This is what happens when you get famous too early, little boy!”
“That’s right! You made an awfully big splash over in Bumblefuck, Nowhere. Mighta been fine if you’da killed all your enemies, but ya didn’t, did ya? And now it’s about to bite you on the ass, ‘cuz we all know how weak you are.”
“Life lessons for the dead boy.”
‘These dumb fuckers are in for a rude surprise,’ said Garovel. ‘Don’t hold back. They’re definitely Abolish.’
Hector had gotten that impression as well, though he hadn’t been as sure as Garovel sounded. In different circumstances, he might’ve asked what made Garovel so certain, but here and now, he was content to just trust his reaper’s word and concentrate on the matter at hand.
The only caveat was the presence of civilians. He certainly would’ve preferred not to fight where innocent people might get hurt, but at the same time, if he tried to lead his opponents away, there was no guarantee that some wouldn’t stay behind and slaughter these poor people anyway--which seemed especially likely, given that he was apparently dealing with multiple enemies.
He could try to call Asad, perhaps, but his phone was inside his armor, and if he moved to retrieve it, even these idiots would probably notice.
No, the best option was to simply fight and protect everyone as best he could.
A dark serial novel. Set in a modern fantasy world called Eleg. Mature language. Updates every night at midnight PST by ~400 words.