Hearing that, Arlok broke into a savage grin.
The feral expression he had left little doubt that he couldn't wait to throw a few punches… even if the targets happened to be his own teammates.
After cracking his knuckles, he glanced at Ruvian and asked. "By the way, why is it you who gets to hold our weapons instead of Yerin?"
Ruvian froze for a short instant before forcing a calm expression, though the faint twitch at the corner of his eye betrayed him.
'Huh… I didn't expect him to be the one who'd notice that.'
Ruvian had always assumed Arlok wasn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but perhaps he had been too quick to cling to that assumption.
"Ahem…" he fake coughed.
"...Because my mental strength is far greater than yours," Ruvian replied matter-of-factly. "Anyway, that's enough idle chatter. I'll handle Shima. You two deal with Horren."
'I hope he didn't bring that up again!'
