"This is a waste of time."
"Hmph! Such a small fry, he could have just told one of us to come and finish him. Why do we all had to come to kill this insect!" The second one on the left grumbled as he saw the place burning down quickly.
"Apparently this guy had something on him that threatened the Vagrant Palace's peace. So we had to come and snuff it out." A guy wearing a red scarf around his neck, said from the farthest right.
"Hmm… no matter what you guys said, I have to say this. This kid had quite the skills on him when he fought the assassin." The guy next to the scarf spoke, "I was sure our job was about to be done by the girly assassins little trick when he suddenly went whack and did that boom hit on her."
The scarf guy shook his head down, "You're always making words unusually strange, Morke. Try learning human language, will you?"
The guy in question shook his head casually.
"So what do we do now? He's dead, right. Do we have to go to find that thing anyway?"
