I laid down on the dusty road and as I faced towards the ground.

I rolled and crept out from the rubble on to the street after I went flying and crashed among the horsecart.

I tried to move my arms but there was this excruciating pain, whenever I tried to move them. I still haven’t steadied my breathing and my stomach hurts like hell.

I tried to get myself up from the ground but it was very difficult with my arms broken. Thankfully, my dominant arm was a bit more functional, although it was fractured. I can still use that hand for the time being. Whereas, the other hand was out of commission because there was almost no response when I tried to move it.

So with the support of my right hand and along with my face as support to lift my body off the ground. My right hand was functional but the pain was intense but I still managed it somehow.

Never I had thought after the welcome party for joining the guardsman regiment that I would have to eat the street dust like this.

I guess Rose’s worries were true. We were treated like garbage, even a stray dog gets a better treatment than this.

But if I don’t change our reality, Armin and Rose would be the next to suffer the same way that I do now. For their sake, I need to make a stand.

I managed to lift my body as I sat on my knees to take a rest, somehow. The pain was still there but I mainly focused to fix my breathing.

But then one of the guys started to approach in my direction.

“Alright! Let me have one crack at him as well”, he said as he rubbed his hands.

Well, it was none other than that guy from before who was very eager to punch me. From the start, he was itching to beat the shit out of me even though I have never seen him before. Guess after the long waiting his wish was finally coming true.

I didn't move and sat in the same posture as my body felt very heavy. I had a hard time even keeping my eyes open but I can clearly see his evil grin on his face as he approached me. He was very pumped up to beat up a helpless injured guy like myself. This just proved my point that the noble elite guards had crawled up on this position because of their rich family fame and wealth. The true reality was that the elite squad was nothing more than a bunch of scumbags.

If this guy was placed on the battlefront in a life-death situation, I bet my money that he would crap in his pants. That scene would be a sight to behold, that the same guy who acts all haughty and mighty now had stained his pants, Ha!

Suddenly a smile surfaced in my face when I just tried to imagine that scene.

“The hell you laughing at?” he said and then turned back to the bitch. Although the red-haired bitch was casually sitting on one of the crates placed in the corner while playing with her fingernails. The rest of the guys just stood beside her and watched us from afar.

She seemed to be engrossed scrubbing her nails without any worry in her life.

"Hey, Miss Ruxia," the guy called out a loud,

“I think your kick might have damaged his brain too. Haha!" and then he started to laugh on his own joke.

What a moron! Laughing on your own jokes, that's so pathetic.

The bitch didn’t even glance at him and continued to do her business.

The bitch's name seemed to be Ruxia but whatever, the name 'Bitch' suits her the best.

He suddenly loosened up his shoulder with a disappointed look in his face. I guess being ignored by her might have put him in a slump. What a sorry excuse for an elite soldier he was!

He was really acting like a sad dog that was neglected by his owner.

But suddenly one of the boys from her group joined in,

“Beat some sense in that dim-wit”,

“Ralph! Put him in his place, show what the real elites are capable of.”

They suddenly tried to call out the name 'Ralph', I guess it was this guy's name.

His comrades were trying to cheer him up. At least they had some decent comrades.

Although, the blonde hair dude with the pretty-face, seemed quiet and frustrated for some reason.

I thought he would be more active than the rest, as per his behavior in the meeting room back then.

“Alright! I am really in a bad mood today for some reason. Please help me out to relieve my stress by being my punching bag. You have my gratitude” said Ralph in a mocking manner as he laughed while he maintained his evil grin.

Why even they recruit such scumbags in the army in the first place?

I don't even care at this point.

“Ha! What a sorry excuse, you are for a soldier.” I said, tauntingly.

I was having a hard time breathing, but I still somehow mustered some strength to speak. It really was painful to speak but mocking him was really fun. I mean he was going to beat me or kill me anyway so if I am not able to do some physical damage at least I could attack mentally.

He became furious,

“What did you just say! You little swine-”

“Well if I were in your shoes, I would be angry too.”, I interrupted him and looked him in the eye “That bitch that you suck up to doesn’t even care about your sorry ass! But you still follow her like a little dog. How do you guys still so proud while being treated like a little pet like that?” I asked with a disgusted expression.

My actual facial expression was a mess even though I couldn't see my face but I can surely tell that at least. But I still forced myself to make that expression just to mock him. For some reasons instead of feeling fear, I was rather enjoying over the pathetic state of Ralph, the hungry dog for attention.

“That’s it you are dead!”, he frowned at me.

“Myigar, release both gauntlets at 20%." he commanded out loud and suddenly a grin appeared on his face "Well, Ruxia used 10% power and you still dare to blabber a lot, so how about we kick this up a notch, shall we?.”

As soon as he used the release commandment, the sleeve under his shirt started to glow in a dim green color.

"Ah, come on. I don't think you need to activate enchanted gear for this, do you? Are you a spineless coward?"

So he also equipped with an enchanted gauntlet's as well. Ah, I forgot that all those elite bastards are well equipped! Fuck!

"You are dead!" Ralph threateningly said as he raised his fist to punch.

I remember that William also had a gauntlet and when I tried to block, it sent me flying away a few meters. It even managed to put a hole in the sturdy horse saddle.

And also it seemed the elite had better and higher class gear. So if this Ralph guy managed to hit me in a point-blank range then I am surely dead.