"... what?"
"You heard me." Dante pulled his foot back and kicked the brat again, getting another reaction out of Werewolf. Ignoring the hero, he went on, "What gives you the right to oppose him? You're just a worthless little piece of shit who never had to work for anything in his live. Your entire existence is paid for by someone else, and you think you get to choose to not listen when they speak?"
"What's… What's it to you…" Derick muttered under his breath. His voice was barely audible, but Dante was able to make out what he said, and that caused veins to bulge on his forehead.
"What did you just-"
For a moment there, anger overcame the fear keeping the subdued and his head shot up, an enraged glare twisting his youthful features.
