Maui and Naruz couldn't shut up about it, their voices echoing through the air like a triumphant drumbeat that refused to fade. The space was alive with the aftermath of the spar—two orcs praising Byung and his superior strength, the air thick with the scent of crushed grass and sweat carried in from the open field outside. Maui paced back and forth, her green eyes shining with a mix of pride and disbelief. Naruz leaned against a support beam, her massive arms crossed over her chest, a wide grin splitting her tusked face as she retold the story for the third time to a cluster of wide-eyed goblins who had gathered around them along the road.
Byung rolled his eyes, the goblins needed something to believe in and he had proven himself to be more than capable so all of this was unnecessary.
