"Atnena, what happened, why are you here?" Aren asked, grabbing her by the shoulder and pulling her forward.

"Hey, don't be rough with the lady." One of the dudes spoke. Aren turned to look at him. He was tall, pretty handsome, with a well-chiseled face and dark brown hair. He had on a black-red type armor that incorporated red fabric.

There was one standout feature about him, and it was the tattoo around his eye area that looked like an abstract dragon coiling around his eyes.

"Huh?" Aren asked in confusion, looking at the fellow like he was confused.

"Uhm, what's your issue?" Aren asked. Even Athena raised her head to look at him.

"I said you shouldn't be rough with the ladies." He repeated himself.

"He actually repeated the dumb shit," Aren muttered in a not-so-low tone, making all of them hear. The dude's face twisted in anger, but Aren wasn't paying attention to him anymore. He looked back at Athena.

"Can you tell me what happened, Athena?" He asked.

"Hey!" The dude stepped forward, then grabbed Aren by the shoulder, pulling him away and pushing Aren backward. Everyone immediately turned their attention to the two.

Aren was stunned. He looked at his chest and then the dude, then he looked at the butler.

"Did you just..." He pointed at himself and then the dude. "Did you just see that? This dude pushed me." Aren said, the disbelief in his eyes evident.

"Indeed, I saw it, young Aren, but I do implore you, do not kill anyone here," the butler said.

"No killing, but what about changing the face of a person for a bit?" Aren asked.

The butler placed his hand under his chin. "Hmm, I believe that's fair game."

"Thank you." Aren said, then looked at the dude. "For all that is good and holy in this world, touch me again, and oh brother, I'll make sure you smell colors and see sounds." He said before approaching Athena again.

The others watched, wanting to see what the dude was going to do now that Aren threatened him.

"Athena, let's find somewhere else to talk. I want to know what happened." Aren said. He moved to grab her hands, but his hands were stopped by someone else.

Aren looked down and saw that it was the dude who had grabbed him and stopped his hand.

"Oh sweet Jesus, he touched me." Aren muttered, but before he could turn, the dude unleashed a punch right to Aren's face.

BAM!

The fist collided and Aren was sent flying through the air. He slammed into the ground and skidded back.

"Learn not to touch ladies recklessly, dude. Don't make me get pissed off." He said out loud, sounding like some sort of hero.

Aren simply got up from the floor, not a single scratch on his body. He looked down at the ground, kicked the floor twice as if adjusting his feet, then started walking, eyes pinned on the dude.

The dude felt Aren was angry and wanted to throw some hands. He smiled and walked forward as well.

"Don't." Athena said. He paused after hearing her. "What? I'm sure you don't want me to beat him up, but he deserves it." He said as he walked off.

"Stupid." She muttered as she saw him go.

"Alright, dude, square up." He said, ready to attack, and when Aren got into range, he threw a punch. Aren swatted it to the side with the back of his hand faster than the dude could react.

When he realized, the shock was etched into his face. He looked forward, and Aren was already in front of him.

SMACK!

Aren slapped him across the face clean. The sound echoed through the throne room as the dude was sent flying in one direction, eyes wide open, face stinging with a red palm mark.

Aren proceeded to grab his hand and pull him back before allowing another slap to rip across his face, knocking the dude down to the ground.

He held his face in shock and anger, then looked up at Aren. "Fuck you." He roared as both of his fists suddenly glowed an orange hue, the soul energy within them threatening to burst out.

He rushed forward, but before he could take a few steps, multiple tendrils shot out of the ground and latched onto both hands and his waist, pulling him down to his knees.

"What?" He pulled and tried to get out, but nothing worked. Aren approached him.

SMACK

SMACK

Each slap got louder than the last, echoing across the throne room, his face instantly turning red and then purple, blood pouring from it and splattering onto the floor.

"How is someone as weak as you even among the people that were brought out?" Aren asked while slapping him again, spilling more blood.

"Fuck you." The dude spat.

"Don't get your blood all over me." Aren said in a disgusted tone before slapping him hard across the face again.

"You want to act tough, huh?" Aren asked, then proceeded to keep slapping until the face was all swollen. Then he let go of the dude, not because he was done, but because he wanted to have more fun and use this dude as an outlet.

And the stupid fellow, rather than backing away, rushed forward in anger, his fists glowing even brighter. He let out a punch in anger that forced the space itself to bend.

Aren blocked the punch. The shockwave sent out was massive, but he took it like nothing happened.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhh!" The dude roared in anger and frustration. He wanted more than anything to land a punch, but as he attacked with another punch, Aren dodged as a blast exploded from the fist and slammed into a pillar, destroying a massive hole there, but Aren was unbothered.

He leaned forward and grabbed the face of the dude, pulling him in for a clean elbow to the already broken nose.

Crack

"Don't."

He landed another blow to the face.

"Be."

He punched the dude in the gut, sending him off the ground.

"A stupid idiot." Aren punched him again, sending him higher, then pulled him down, spun, and sent a kick to his face, throwing the dude to the ground.

"Nah, that's not enough." Aren said, walking toward him again.

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