Unfortunately, his claim was mercilessly debunked by a certain someone.
"I bet Zat didn't understand a word of that."
Centaur Gus's voice boomed like muffled thunder.
Standing over four blades tall, he was a giant among them and impossible to miss. Just a glance at the Double-Bladed Broadsword and Longbow on his back was enough to tell he was immensely powerful.
"Gus, you itching for a beating?"
Zat had always considered himself High Cliff Castle's number one general. He was somewhat afraid of his boss, but he didn't give a damn about anyone else. "How did I not get it?" he retorted hotly. "It's just that stupid rule about not chopping people up, right? You think I don't get chopping people up?"
"We'll have a sparring session when this is over," Gus replied, not giving him an inch.
"Hmph, who's afraid of who? I'm not scared of you!"
And just like that, in a few short sentences, the two had arranged a match.
Orak and Hog exchanged a look, a hint of amusement in their eyes.
