"My back has healed," Steve answered with the aid of a thickened tone.

But his ego was certainly hurt by the old man's tease, so he had to unleash a bit of sass of his own.

Likewise he poked, "Your men look as brave as you. They either attack a single man or they hide all the way down here."

"Are you calling me a coward?" The geezer questioned.

This old fart didn't seem angry, but one of his white eyebrows was jerked up. He was either curious or craved a solid reason to embrace rage.

As a smirk grew across his face, the younger man specified. "You're not a hero, so it's easy to figure out what I wanted to say."

"You're braver than last time, boy. Does this lady of yours give you confidence?" The white-bearded geezer tempted.

"Don't mention my name you filthy animal!" Altima was swift to shout out.

Through those few seconds, a couple of buff guards approached the lady right away!

And since they were pulling their swords out of their scabbards, the tall lady was swift to figure out what their intentions were.

So likewise she sprung into action! At first she approached the enemy frog that was the nearest, but she didn't exactly pull out her three-foot long sword this time.

Instead Altima swung a punch right against the other frog's jaw, and sent him flying across the main-hall!

The opponent was swept off his feet so quickly, that his six-foot tall figure was dramatically rendered worthless!

The so-called tough fellow crashed against a few crates that were laid, right near one of this large room's side-walls. He was swiftly rendered immobile, knocked out cold to be precise.

Afterwards the fine lady's attention darted towards the other guard.

But this time she pulled out her iron-sword, and aimed to inform these opponents just what she was capable of.

But that was when they heard a tired tone, demanding. "Stop!"

It was no mistake that such a command came out of the old man, and such a dramatic response surely made sense to a certain extent.

Every other guard in the main-hall slowly backed away after that point.

This behavioural pattern gave a hint, that this entire line of work behaved much like a pack of wolves. The order-oriented structure was pleasing, but the couple of frogs didn't plan to admire the enemy.

"Don't mention my name with those dirty lips again," Altima strongly demanded.

"I'm not so kinky towards your name," The older one expressed quite casually.

And then reminded, "I couldn't care less about either of you, honestly. Just give me my gold and tip toe out of here, like the little fragile dandelions you are."

"That's why I'm here," Steve revealed.

But then he understood that he accepted such a nickname. That was a bit embarrassing but he shook it off.

And afterwards he slowly pulled the obsidian coin out of the inner-pocket of his vest, and tossed it towards the geezer who was seated on a rocking chair.

"Who did you rob to get a coin like this one?" The long-bearded man poked once more.

"I thought you didn't care?" Steve decided to remind just to inflict some pressure.

"I don't care, but there is the matter of another fee that you need to cover." The other blandly revealed.

And then continued, "You didn't pay me back on time, so you owe me five-thousand more gold coins."

"What the fuck?" The young man instantly yelled.

He had gone through bullshit and a half to obtain this obsidian coin. He obviously understood that it would be difficult, to find half of such a prior amount again.

So he had to yell once more, "You all really are criminals! Thieves!"

"You're the one who borrowed gold from me," The latter had to remind.

"I'm not giving you five thousand gold coins," Steve firmly disagreed, as his face was riddled in determination.

"That's up to you really," The older man specified.

And then this old fart flicked one of his hands, which gestured some guards to put in a bit of work.

Contrary to all expectations, the group of frogs didn't raise their swords up with an aim to attack.

Instead they spent a minute or two, so they could drag a smaller frog out of some tiny room ~ and they dragged this frog across the main hall as well.

Upon a brief inspection, Steve noticed that the individual they had brought here, was nothing but a little girl.

She was barely four-feet tall, and was likely around twelve years old.

However the most confusing portion regarding such an act, was that the young man had no idea who this child was; he was utterly confused.

But then the master of these revolutionaries stated. "There are other ways you could pay me."

And then he expanded this same topic, "Some tribal moron wants to make a harem. He would pay a lot of gems in exchange for a worthy wife."

Before the younger could ask regarding why he should care about any of this, the geezer revealed a crucial bit of information.

With a smirk, the bearded menace taunted. "Find me my damn gold and you'll get your sister. That's the easiest solution for the both of us."

Steve was utterly baffled once the old man revealed such details. He was extremely sceptical for sure, this could be just another scam.

But as he locked eyes with the little girl that was just a few meters away, a few memories barged in.

And at that moment the tiny girl muttered, "Stevey... what do these frogs want from me? I don't want to be married..."

That was when another bunch of memories arrived. Originally he didn't even remember that he had a sister in this new life.

But that nickname helped unlock a few core memories! These thoughts were expansive, but right now he was focused on the prime issue.

His eyes darted towards the old man and he shouted, "You sick bastard! Even monsters wouldn't sell children!"

"Don't disrespect master Andonil!" A frog shouted.

This was the same man who had been knocked out earlier on. So Altima took the liberty to knock him out once more, with the aid of a single punch.

So necessarily that loud frog was nothing but a disturbance to the actual debate.

"I do what I must to get my gold," The older one helped bring the topic back on track.

His name was Andonil apparently? Such a name did ring a bell, but that was not what the younger was focused mostly on right now.

Steve didn't have an emotional connection with his sister, but the thought of child-marriage just pissed him off beyond preparation.

Ego wasn't in topic under such circumstances. He just felt sickened and utterly disgusted, to the point where the darker sides of his conscience activated.

Unsurprisingly, he pulled out one of the four daggers that he had hidden in his clothes.

And within an instant, he flung that same weaponry against the old man!

Might and strength became the young man's middle name after that point, as that dagger whistled thanks to raw speed!

Furthermore, no one expected such a reaction, so of course neither could prepare against it.

The old man ended up with a dagger against his shoulder-bone, and at this point he was practically nailed to the rocking chair!

Unsurprisingly, Andonil the geezer hollered due to pain right away.

And of course the twenty or so guards that were scattered across this large room, sprung into action in order to protect their master.

Yet even though he boiled in rage, Steve could still use his old noggin enough, to manoeuvre through this dangerous dilemma.

That was why he dashed towards the master of this institution, and bashed another dagger against the same man's healthy shoulder!

Before everyone could notice what this seemingly crazy young man had done, Steve already managed to put yet another dagger right near the geezer's throat!

And afterwards he finally shouted, "Everyone stand still or your retarded master looses his head!"

Sure he wasn't even sure about killing someone right now, or to take the life of anything at all come to think of it.

But his mind had already shifted towards a darker place, once he realised that someone embraced a cruel gesture such as pedophilia.

He was almost convinced to kill this old man, as child trafficking was even darker than the previous example.

After that point the younger's eyes locked with Altima, and they finally shared an exact smirk across their faces.

Both of them were happy about their own actions, and worked in perfect harmony through this battle.

The only difference was that this seven-foot tall lady had knocked out three men already! One of them bled like a pig even.

It was obvious that the fine body-guard woman was quite capable and could lend a dependable hand, especially if this battle advanced.

But Steve didn't risk this much just to get cut by these maniacs, no ~ he wanted to use every little drop of this advantage.

Which was why he demanded, "Step away from my little sister, or you'll be planting this old fart in your big gardens today!"