Now that he was closer, Michael finally had a good look at the supposed 2nd-in-command of the Flarecorp company.
Arsonny wore bright orange armor, with symbolisms of tyrannical fire embedded into its very design. He looked regal compared to the other soldiers who wore the signature Flarecorp chestplate.
Not only that, but he was riding a horse who had the flag of Flarecorp attached to its side.
Michael, as he floated in the air, made eye contact with Sonny.
"You came from the East forest," Arsonny observed. "Blazelle is supposed to welcome our troops. Are you part of the Bastard Bandits?"
As expected, the 2nd-in-command was a lot more perceptive than Michael thought.
"No, I'm not," Michael replied. "The Bastard Bandits have disbanded."
Arsonny showed a face of shock, before his eyes focused as he tried to process the information.
"Then, I'm guessing that you are not here to welcome the great army of Flarecorp?"
"No I'm not," Michael once again replied.
