The moment I asked that question, the atmosphere immediately sharpened again, anticipation spreading visibly throughout the gathered crowd.
"Thank you for allowing this, Chief," Dribb said respectfully before rising to his feet.
Then he lifted his axe and pointed it directly toward Kharos.
"I want to test my skills against the one the chief said gave him trouble," he declared. "I want to see his strength for myself."
There wasn't much hostility in Dribb's tone when he said it. If anything, he sounded genuinely interested in testing himself against someone I had regarded highly.
The moment the axe pointed toward him, everyone's attention immediately shifted toward Kharos.
Kharos clicked his tongue in irritation, clearly unhappy about being singled out like that, but he didn't step back.
Instead, he summoned his axe into his hand.
"Alright then," he said while stepping forward, his expression hardening. "I'll show you the difference between us, punk."
