Adam followed Zul'Gora and the patrol squad leader back to the pens lining the walls. Scaled beasts nibbled on hay, left unattended by their orc handlers, whose recounting of the ritual fight filled the air. Some mimicked Adam's last precise strikes, while others lunged at the waist of their friends in attempts to replicate his throw.
The rest of the patrol squad waved at them, their broad smiles and twitching tusks almost painful to watch.
"Well fought, Adomash!" the one who had been the most suspicious earlier slammed a fist against his chest four times. The others mirrored him until the leader offered Adam a slow nod.
"Uzar couldn't have defeated that brute. You brought honor to my squad." The leader unstrapped the broadsword at his hip.
