And yet, Frank managed to dispatch Bald Eagle in just a few moves. How did that even make sense?!

"He's no pushover. Let's go together-don't fall behind now!"

The brat led the charge this time, facing off against Frank with his deer-horn knives while the hag and Goldilocks cut off Frank's escape.

Frank simply smirked. "Don't you know that the weirder the weapon, the harder you fall?"

The brat was not letting up, however, watching Frank closely while signaling subtly at the hag and Goldilocks.

Both women waited for their chance, with one aiming her palm while the other kicking toward Frank's vitals.

When Frank vaulted past them, the brat's knives were waiting where he would land... but the brat swung and missed.

"It's been a while since I broke a sweat!" Frank chuckled, flexing his arms.

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walked up to Sally, nodding politely. "There's really no one else like you, Ms. York, goading that brat to come to my hill with words alone. Otherwise, I really don't know if I can ever get my revenge." Sally simply laughed. "Revenge? That's a nice

They're all one

his jaw dropped as Frank easily dispatched his opponents, although he appeared

and the hag were already knocked out, while the brat fared the worst, with all his limbs broken as he landed flat on his back. His eyes rolled up in their sockets, while he bled profusely from every

as he clapped his chest, which was his way of applauding Frank. "I've always thought that no one could match

"Not bad, not bad..."

it seems I was wrong. You're much better than I thought, and almost can't bear to

"Don't you care

me-you're either strong, or you're nothing! Now don't oppose me if you know what's good for you!"

him. "If you want to fight, then fight. Why

it! Don't blame

outstretched, launching it like a sword

was cut in two audibly and

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