"You useless waste!"
Thrwak!
The sound of a palm striking flesh echoed in a narrow alleyway, and in the next instant, an unusually short boy was sent flying into a wall with force.
Loud ringing filled the boy's ears as blood and drool streamed from his mouth.
He raised his trembling gaze to see a group of vampyros race youths surrounding him, their faces twisted with wicked grins.
"P-please… d-don't," the boy choked out, but his assailants weren't listening.
They laughed, their eyes brimming with bloodlust as they stared down at the dwarven boy crumpled on the floor.
"Ahh, please don't!" one of them mocked, mimicking the boy's plea in a high-pitched voice, earning laughter from the rest.
The leader of the group, the one who had started the fight, stepped forward, his expression filled with contempt.
"You midgets don't know your place. You think your lowly kind deserves to live in the same domain as a superior race?"
