Frank sighed. "Sif Lionheart is as despicable as she is... despotic.”

The Birthright rank goon leader paused visibly at the mention of Sif and snapped impatiently, "We have no relation to Ms. Lionheart. Hand over the Hale Marrow or die!"

"What, are you saying I'd live if I hand it over? Also, “Ms. Lionheart'?" Frank snorted in disdain. "You slipped up there, brother.”

Realizing that he had been tricked, the Birthright rank goon leader gave up on all pretenses.

"Go!" he bellowed, gesturing for his men to attack Frank.

"Wait, you wanted this, right?" Frank casually whipped out the Hale Marrow just then.

"Stop! Don't break the Hale Marrow!"

Some of the goons backed away when they saw it, afraid they would ruin it.

rank goon leader promptly strode up at Frank, demanding, "That's it! Give it to me!" "Alright, take it," Frank replied

sprout, while Frank sneered Turning into a blur, he appeared in front of the Birthright rank goon leader in the

he found himself just inches away from

he realized he could

precise, he realized he did not have hands as

also vaguely make up three headless corpses

"Isn't that... me?"

final thought before his vision blacked out,

hold back at all against the

distracted by the Hale Marrow, he extended his palm, charging his pure vigor to enforce

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