Rowan raised his head high, regaining his terrifyingly calm demeanor, his sharp eyes staring fixedly at the lead bat Paland: "Make a deal?"
Paland raised an eyebrow, immediately no longer in a hurry to kill that snake, crossing his arms over his chest wanting to see what trick this Omegina was playing to dare open his mouth to demand a deal with the Bloodsucking Bat tribe that was occupying the absolute upper hand.
"Speak. I am very patient with beauties, and also very curious about your smart head."
"Isn't the reason you want to capture me because you value my combat ability and my specialness? What if I say my ability is not just that, but a hundred times more valuable?"
Rowan did not wait for Paland to answer but continued speaking, his tone full of confidence and persuasion, each word like a nail driven into the air:
