Allen Pool stands, stunned, his blade shattered. He jumps backwards.
Liam, confused by the attack, calms his bloodlust. Seeing the symbol on Allen's wrist, "Elite Guard Rank 3," he does not even follow up.
"JJEEEEERICHOOOOOOOOOO!" Allen held his hand in the air behind him. Davidz, his lieutenant, panicked and clicked a few buttons on his watch.
This was it.
A massive sword falls out of the sky, striking through the roof like lightning. The legendary greatsword falls into Allen's hand as his eyes glint with "passion."
Liam read the situation immediately. Allen had no intentions of stopping.
So his fast-twitch muscles activated.
Liam was fast, so fast he was already behind Allen. Liam immediately pulled his hand back, charging up a punch at full force in an effort to KILL Allen before he could even realize what happened.
However, Elite Guard Rank #4, La Mathesis, realizes this and interferes.
The black-cloaked priest swung his cloak in the way of the punch. The cloak extended multiple meters. The punch disappears as La Mathesis parries it with a spin.
Liam, disoriented, turns around and looks La Mathesis in the eyes.
Elite Guard Rank 4 looked Liam in the eyes. However, he had no interest. He calmly walked back to his seat as Mr. N grabbed Allen, successfully holding him back.
The Elite Guards at the desk are in a mixture of shock, disappointment, and some weirdly invested.
Allen Pool smiles, his face riddled with bandages. "I was simply testing his talent, the same way you test my talent—."
Mr. N, angry, "Who gave you permission?"
A vein pops on Allen's forehead. "The rank of 2 is no joke."
Allen avoids eye contact with Mr. N as he speaks. "It was promised to Osprey or me. Only we could replace a juggernaut like Brydfire."
Allen still avoids eye contact and is very emotional about the situation.
"Brydfire died for our organization to thrive. I will not stand for disrespect of his seat. It should be occupied by someone who fought alongside him. I will accept nothing less—"
Mr. N slaps Allen across the face.
"Brydfire died FOR YOU. Because YOU'RE A PUSSY, Allen. The STOOGE."
Mr. N walked close behind Allen, putting his face beside his neck and simply whispering,
"You are weak and pathetic. You don't even deserve your current rank, so do not embarrass me with your antics."
Grabbing the back of his head, Mr. N violently smashes his head through the table, obliterating the giant piece of furniture everyone had been seated around.
Their eyes open wide in shock.