As the heavenly light faded, a single figure was inside where the heavenly light originated, an angel that is one of the gods of war, Ares, trusted war angel. The angel of fights and oaths, Bellarius. She was tasked with making sure that those who had a duel, kept their bargains, and if they didn’t, she would kill them. She was the fancy of many men, and for many reasons, she had blood-red hair that was wavy, pale white skin, had an eyepatch covering one of her eyes, she wore an armor that was revealing, but not too much, and what her admirers liked most of her, was that she was kind to everyone. Well, if you didn’t break the Laws of course.

Bellarius, who was hovering in the sky, smiled, and asked, “Are you little guys ready? Well, it seems like you are, begin.” As she said that, the leader of the trio suddenly burst out toward Grid. He quickly formed his hand into a fist and punched at Grid. Grid just stood there smiling, suddenly he sidestepped, pushed the fist that was incoming at him aside, and punched the man straight in the gut and moved with the punch. The man puked a bit of his spit and stumbled backward. Grid, using his new strength, appeared before the man and kicked his knee so hard that it snapped all the way backward. As the man was falling backward, Grid grabbed his head and kneed him in the face. The crowd surrounding the four immediately gasped, for how can a cripple be so strong. One of the cronies quickly ran to their boss and cast some basic healing magic on him, healing most of his injuries. The trio gathered and released their aura. The very ground around them shook. This was a realm that no mere level -1 could go up against, heck, not even a level 0 could. Grid stood their regretting his decision