For a reason even John couldn't quite grasp, every time Luke finished a heated speech like this, the Bulltors responded with a deafening, fervent roar.
Their war cries shook the very ground underneath his feet. It felt as though Luke's words played on a chord deep within the Bulltors souls, or perhaps Luke had accidentally stumbled upon a sacred war custom of these giants that John was entirely oblivious to.
"He is being exceptionally noisy today," Cissel remarked, watching Luke wave his club in the air as he ran back and forth in front of the cheering Bulltors. She shook her head, a small, amused smile playing on her lips.
"I don't know what's gotten into him lately, but at least the Bulltors seem to love the performance," Elena added, approaching from the side. Her face mirrored Cissel's expression.
