Angor thought the loincloth man would know to stay back after the incident. However, when the man realized Toby stopped attacking, he bellowed in anger, took out a sharp bone knife from his waist and dashed towards Angor.
“Watch out!” The boy on the rock called out.
Angor saw it too. Toby lunged at the man again, but this time the loincloth man went straight for Angor with his knife, completely ignoring Toby.
Angor grimaced at the man’s narrow-mindedness. He tried to step aside but he was too slow.
The instant before Angor was getting stabbed by the bone knife, a figure threw itself in between and kicked the loincloth man into the air.
Angor looked up to see a graceful body wearing a brown leather coat and silver scale shoulder armor in front of him.
“Nausica,” Angor called out her name gently. He added, “Thank you.”
“Get some training, boy. If you can’t avoid that, you won’t live much longer here,” Nausica gave Angor a side look. The sunlight shined at the side of her face and cast a golden rim on it, giving her a wild and carefree look.
A woman just said he was weak. Angor felt terrible.
“Hookdick, now you’re only good at bullying kids? What a disappointment.” Nausica stepped a foot on the loincloth man’s face. She looked at his terrified expression before she kicked him away.
“Do not show mercy to anyone aggressive to you. That will make you live longer,” Nausica told Angor.
Angor nodded in shame. He knew he would be in great trouble if not for Nausica’s quick move. Maybe he really needed to change his way of addressing matters.
Nausica kept explaining, “That man is Hookdick, a chieftain of a remote tribe from Ferran Land, and quite a killer. Maybe he was lucky or something, but he was found to be a talent.”