Jacoby would not let Sour live, he would never let this... Child... This monster roam the streets freely! “Never,” he said, slowly pulling the trigger on his gun. He loosened his weapon and let it fall. The blue man had a katana pressed against Jacoby's back. “Please stop, sir,” he said politely. The blue man's eyes were fixed on his boss and sweat was dripping from his forehead. Jacoby was furious, his 'loyal' friend wasn't so loyal after all. He faced the young gentleman, his lips formed a slight frown. Mr. Jacoby pulled the sword out of the blue man's hand and threw him to the ground. Sour stood up, all this fighting was boring. He didn't even know what they were fighting for. “Who the hell are you?!” » Sour shouted, his fists clenched. Jacoby laughed and patted Sour on the shoulder. Sour always hated when people touched him, so he punched Jacoby directly in the face, breaking his glasses and nose. The blue-haired one stood nearby, wiping invisible dirt from his plaid shirt. “We are the UMF,” he said, glaring at Jacoby. “Also known as a stupid group of idiotic miner lunatics,” Jacoby said, cursing as he held his head back, squeezing his bleeding nose with a cloth to keep the blood from dripping onto his navy blue toe. 500 $.