Chapter 15
Gregory of Yardale

"Blondie, blondie, blondie." The first one chuckled, pinning Gregory to the stone wall as his friends chuckled behind him. "You just had to go and make a fool of me in front of my girl with that silver tongue of yours, didn't you?"

Gregory didn't reply, just continued glaring at the blasted North Parkers despite being held off the ground by one. His sharp blue eyes bore daggers into them and would make lesser men cower, but not these fools.

"Scrawny Brit-boy thinks he's all tough boys! Haha!"

This fucker was trying to scare Gregory, but he wasn't doing too good a job at it. He was really pathetic, only pissed off because his pride was wounded. Talk about toxic masculinity. Gregory only flinched when a fist was about to break either his jaw or nose, maybe blacken his eye instead.

"Not so fast fucker!"

Gregory fell to his feet, then his knees at the suddenness of being let go. He didn't see what happened to the group surrounding him, but they were gone as suddenly as if he had only blinked. He was alone on the street and only just barely caught a glimpse of a cape disappearing around the bend.

"Bloody hell."