"Get up, you lout. Your acting is pathetic. You haven't learned a single thing from me."
The cries of pain stopped abruptly. The Beastman, who had just been on the ground looking severely injured, flipped over and scrambled to his feet. He patted his rear and stood beside his Lord, looking outrageously hale and hearty.
"Boss, I was just trying to let them have their moment of glory."
The nobles felt their vision go dark; they nearly choked with rage.
The Knights were also furious beyond belief and could no longer hold back. A tide of vulgar, rustic curses washed over the people of High Cliff Castle.
The Beastmen and Centaurs were not ones to be intimidated, and they unleashed a torrent of even cruder Wilderness slang that filled the air.
These burly men were especially loud, their voices booming as if through megaphones, and soon the air was filled with nothing but their vulgar slang.
"Silence!"
Fujero's enraged roar suddenly drowned out all other voices.
