(An extra chapter thanking .God-Emperor the Great Scholar Nurgle Eye of Terror. for the tip, 4/5)
"I am Rogal Dorn!! I am Rogal Dorn!!"
Yellow Sand huddled in a corner with his hands over his head, hoping he would gain a toughness buff.
Ragnar lunged at him, raising his fist high to strike.
"Rogal Dorn, my ass! You're just a fucking dick!!"
As he spoke, the drunken lunatic brought his sandbag-sized fist toward Yellow Sand.
But just then, there was a bang, and blood burst from the back of Ragnar's head. His movements stopped completely.
Ragnar reached back, touched the back of his head, then brought his hand around to look. It was covered in blood.
"Whoa! Sticky!"
Then he turned and saw Swift Shadow, dizzy and drunk, swaying on his feet with the neck of a bottle in his hand.
Ragnar pointed at Swift Shadow.
"You dumb fuck-"
With that, his whole body went limp, and he crashed onto the metal floor with a thud.
Within seconds, the towering man, over three meters tall, began snoring like thunder.
Swift Shadow said woozily, "Don't... don't you hit my second brother..."
As he spoke, he walked over to Yellow Sand and held out a hand to help him up.
At that moment, Yellow Sand, an emotionally detached engineering-and-concrete man, was moved.
Although they had held a sworn brotherhood ceremony before, Yellow Sand had never cared much about it.
Perhaps that was why Ragnar had kept grabbing him and beating him up. A man of passion like Ragnar could see Yellow Sand's true nature at a glance: he was too cold.
But right then, Swift Shadow had knocked that drunken lunatic Ragnar out with a bottle and rescued him. Yellow Sand was instantly moved.
Watching Swift Shadow come over and offer a