Like Misho, she was a Tier 2.
She leaned over and took the horn from HorseJulien's hand.
"Hey!"
Misho grabbed her wrist.
"Hn?" She paused and raised her head. She looked into Misho's eyes and squinted her eyes.
"That's mine."
"Let go of me."
"Not until you let go of the horn."
"Let. Go."
Her voice deepened into a bloody threat.
"Hang on."
HorseJulien smiled and intervened. He grabbed the horn from the woman's hand and gently pulled Misho from keeping hold of her.
"Hmph," she scoffed.
"Miss Sophia, this is QuarterPounder. Please treat him with respect," HorseJulien said with a faint smile.
"If you continue, I will slice your hands off!"
"Hahahaha. There's no need to be violent."
HorseJulien held his hands together. Sweat beaded up on the edges of his forehead.
"So, where did you get these horns?" Sophia asked.
Her sharp eyes and brown pupils seemed to see through Misho's being.
"We caught them!" Maia declared.
She pushed herself in between the two of them.
