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"Oh, come on. Don't look at me like that." Ren smirked at the hate-filled glares he received from the youth of the White Haven Clan.
"I didn't say shit when you all came swaggering into our clan."
"I didn't say shit when that idiot over there taunted us," he said, pointing to Marcel.
"You get what you deserve, yeah?" Ren wiggled his brows in amusement. "Besides, I won't hurt you that much. If I do, it's going to be fine; we have loads of potions to shove up your throat. You'll live."
"So come on! Fight me. Or are you that much of a pussy to accept?"
This was a blatant attempt at provocation; it was not hidden whatsoever, and everybody knew it.
That said, Mikel didn't say anything to stop Ren. He trusted his nephew. Although his words were crass and rude, Mikel knew that Ren wasn't the reckless type. That boy has matured beyond his age.
He's sending a message here, and Mikel, as the clan leader, supported whatever he was doing.
