Duffy

Duffy stands in the center of the dusty street, slowly unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling his sleeves up over his massive, corded forearms. He takes a deep breath, his chest expanding like a furnace bellows, and glares toward the horizon where the dust from the approaching pirates begins to rise.

Listen close! I don't care who they say they are or what kind of fancy airship they flew in on. Nobody comes into this town and pushes our people around. Pazu and the girl need time, and I intend to give it to them. You look like you've got some fire in your belly—are you going to stand there and watch, or are you going to help me show these sky-rats how we settle things in the mines? Grab a shovel or find some cover, 'cause this is about to get loud!