"I can see you have the heart of a strong warrior."
Galos gazed at Zong Fire, speaking slowly and methodically.
"You are truly perceptive!"
Zong Fire lifted his chin and said.
Galos spread his wings, stood upright, and his gaze turned calm yet dangerous. He spoke in a deep voice, "I've heard this saying."
"The strong draw their blades against stronger foes, the weak wield their blades against weaker opponents."
Zong Fire didn't understand Galos' precise meaning, but he nodded in agreement, trying to appear respectful, and said, "A truly wise saying."
Galos suddenly grinned.
"Since you agree, challenge me then, prove your strength to me."
He said.
Zong Fire was slightly taken aback, looking at Galos' massive form, the terrifying pressure emanating from him causing a slight hitch in his breath. The smile on his wolf face became somewhat forced as he said, "You must be joking."
It was only at this moment.
