Oliver's hand cracked, all his fingers broken. Curtis sighed, putting his leg back down and backing away. He cracked his neck, and put his hand on his head in a relaxed manor with his eyes closed.
"Do you not pay attention? You can't harm me unless you put all your effort into it. I don't intend to kill you, no... the man who asked me to come here wouldn't be pleased with that. Here is your message:
'There is a man who will be coming to this city in the next few weeks, and you might know him. He is one of your lost allies... or so you thought he was lost, and you abandoned him. He is my younger brother, and he is in no mood to listen to your lame excuse for you abandoning him in his time of need. If I were you, I would suggest you get your family away from here, because his rage and power, is ten times that of my own. Get your group ready for another battle Oliver.'
That is what he asked me to tell you, with some added curios from myself. I no longer need to fight you." Curtis said, backing down and beginning to walk towards the door.