"Excuse me, you're who now?"
"I'm Jared, nineteen. I never learned how to read."
Rangle did a slow head roll, stretching his neck while also buying himself time to think. "Okay, when you say nineteen, do you mean age or Level?"
"Yes."
Rangle sighed. "Did you Save at the Inn before you came here?"
"Yes!"
"Okay," Rangle replied. He held his hand to the young man's forehead and flicked his fingers. The boy went flying and slammed into a fence, losing all of his HP in the progress.
Jared has been Defeated!
Rangle gained 5 EXP!
Reload in Progress
Jared dropped Loot!
What the fuck is up, Kyle!
Look at this graph
And they were roommates!
More like Hurricane Tortilla!
Road work ahead?
What the fuck, Richard!?
Ah fuck, I can't believe you've done this.
....Adam!
Bitch, I hope the fuck you do!
Yeet!
So no head?
Look at all those chickens!
I won't hesitate, bitch!
Rangle sighed. He knew the Fight wouldn't be worth the EXP, so he had thought maybe he could sell some good Loot to make up for the minor disturbance, but these vines were old by today's standards and not even particularly rare. He probably wouldn't even get ten gold for the whole inventory. ...Well, he had to admit some of them still made him chuckle. Maybe he could keep them for a rainy day.