"Wake up, you walking target," Alan said bluntly.
After hauling Francis to a safer area, he didn't hesitate to slap him twice across the face before brushing the lingering ice shards off his pant legs.
Before long, Francis stirred awake, blinking in confusion.
"Who am I? Where am I?" he muttered dazedly.
Alan scowled.
"What's the matter? Got hit by an ice wall and smashed your brains too? Should I help you recover your memory using a more physical method?"
As he spoke, he cracked his knuckles loudly.
Francis immediately came to his senses, waving his hands frantically.
"No, no! That won't be necessary!"
After a long sigh, Francis looked toward the burly man fighting Fort, then glanced at the gloomy mage and others lurking nearby, clearly ready to launch another assault.
Putting on a more serious expression, he muttered, "These bounty hunters... seem a bit different from the ones we fought before. They might actually be tough."
Alan nodded.
