A sound reverberated through the entire section of the restaurant as the plates crashed. The food that John had bought with his precious money to treat the girl that he was falling for, was on the ground.

Alright. No problem. He thought he could always get it again.

"Hey, you think you’re tough, big guy?" One of the thugs hit John’s shoulder, a clang resounded. The man’s hand stung, but he pursed his lips and kept it quiet.

"We are the Torville Family," another man, who had a much more imposing air, spoke up.

The people sitting around had already started slipping out of the restaurant, and the staff were stunned. One of the waiters, who had been attending to John and Karina, tried to intervene.

"Sir! You can’t do this here, please leave and stop bothering our patrons or things won’t be good—"

A kick landed straight into the waiter’s jaw, knocking him off his feet. Another kick, stuffing his mouth. The waiter fell on the ground.

It was now that John started to recall something that Phantom had told him. Something that both the armors had shrugged away but Phantom was insistent on since they started coming to the city for groceries.

’If someone is picking a fight, try to be peaceful for only 2 chances.’

1st.

2nd.

"You, whore," the Torville gang’s member, probably this group’s caporegime, pointed at Karina. "Take us back to your house, and spill all the cash you’ve been saving up on. All you bastards in Serenia need to learn your place."

"I...!" Karina glared at them, "I won’t let you touch my sisters—"

The capo scoffed, and a soldier next to the chair raised his palm high to strike it at her.

’As soon as it goes to the third, hit first think later. Make them regret not finishing things the first two times you let them go.’

A boom resounded.

The mafioso flew off and slammed straight into a table, back first. John stood up.

Seven foot tall.

Seven.

The mafioso who were all haughty and annoyed so far suddenly took a step back from the sheer air of intimidation that came out of John. Someone had come to fill the vacumn of the Malfone gang, little did they know, the thing that caused the vacumn to appear.

Was right in front of them.

"M-mister...!" Karina said. She still didn’t know his name. "You... you are always!"

She was truly moved. Who wouldn’t be? Someone had put his life on line in front of two mafia gangs now only because Karina was in immediate danger, not even touched yet in front of his eyes. Even so, John had stood up. If the Torville members had touched her earlier, then definitely they would have been beaten up sooner too.

All they had done by beating the waiter and hitting the plates was delay their own ass whooping.

What would happen next? A fight broke out.

"Get this bastard!"

"Kill him!!"

"Fucking hell! End this guy!"

Ethereal magical circles formed in the air. Many spells started activating while the mafioso, clearly a cut above the last group that had received and ass-whooping from John, came swinging their fists and blades at John.

Dodge. Then swing back. John’s entire body twisted and the air around his hand squealed as his fist planted itself into one’s face.

Flame spells came at his head. He tanked it. There was a slight burn on the outside of his armor.

"Mister!" Karina shouted again!

John picked up a fork and stabbed into one’s eyes. He jumped over the tables and dove straight into the midst of the two dozen mafioso.

"G-get him!!"

***

"H-hey... they are fighting." The live band’s members said.

"What should we do? The entire way out is blocked!"

-Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-Dum. Cha-cha-chang cha-cha-chang.

Light drums.

The band members all looked at each other. Fuck it, they thought. We ball.

And so they started playing an intense jazz piece. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

***

Piano and bass and guitar and sax merged as John and the mafia fought. The entire outside of the restaurant was taking notice. The other side beyond the pond had no choice but to see.

"Bwah!"

"Gah!"

The restaurant was filled with blood. Troll meat was smashed into Mafia faces.

"Get this bastard."

Three of them climbed on John’s back at once and started hitting the top of his head. His vision was shaking because of the blows. John reached back, but his arms were too clunky to grab these mousey mafia bastards.

"BAHAH! STAB STAB!"

"[ICE SPEAR]!"

"[LONGINUS]!"

Swords of Ice and a bow came straight at John. He didn’t expect those from the names! The armor took the hits, then, he fell on his back, but not before jumping up high.

""Whoaa~!!""

The mafia men fell along with a giant drop in the drums. They were all crushed under John’s weight! The living armor rolled around, their grips fell. He quickly got on his feet, grabbed one by the collar and tossed him in the air.

As the mafia man fell, John punched and swung and sent him flying across, over the pond.

The people on the otherside started running away, like the ones around them. Except one large table.

There was a party order in the outside group today. A very large table.

Without the people knowing, there was a large group here today. A group that wanted to keep its presence low, because of the troubles it could.

Sipping wine, the man at the head of the large group stood up and turned to see across the pond.

He could see.

The beast within. The pure evil.

"Bishop... sir, what a mess."

"What a mess indeed," the man replied to his people. He raised his hand, and pointed his finger at John, and the mafia fighting him. "Only a beast could cause such a monstrous scene, sons."

The people all stood up. White robes, red around them. There was no insignia for clothes that seemed to call for insignia, that became an insignia for them in itself.

"Yes, Bishop."

"I sense evil... right there."

The bishop’s eyes narrowed.

"The beast we were after is perhaps that. The one that killed Sonay, Tran, and Muskil. Our dear children, your brothers...!"

"Command us in the name of the lord!"

"Corduil Elimination Force... destroy that evil spawn!"

The CEF was here.