Anthony appeared before the assassin, blocking his escape route.
"Hey, friend. Where are you running to so fast? Didn't you come for us?"
The startled assassin skidded to a halt before him and drew back cautiously. Anthony smiled and held his chest.
"What is this? I came to welcome my cherished friend. Why are you stepping back? Aren't you excited to see me? I'm hurt" He chattered away, holding his chest in an exaggerated display of pain.
The masked man stood still, watching Anthony from behind the mask.
"Step back! I mean you no harm."
Anthony chuckled.
"Oh, really?" He smiled, his hands clasped behind him. "I never said you did. Why are you already panicking?"
"Don't overestimate yourself boy. Step aside."
Anthony's playful eyes turned cold without warning and he appeared behind the man, giving him a heavy smack to his back.
The man collapsed to the ground convulsing, and Anthony wiped his hand on a nearby tree.
"Ayah! Aren't you the one overestimating yourself?"
