"Well, well. It seems another piece of stray garbage has wandered into my domain," Kenji sneered, resting his glowing katana casually on his shoulder. "Do you have any idea where you are, beggar? You stand before Kenji, the Crimson Blade! Ruler of the Ash Wastes and soon-to-be Demigod of this server!"
Sebastian stopped thirty feet from the platform. He shoved his hands into his pockets and let out a long, exhausted sigh.
"Are you done?" Sebastian asked flatly.
Kenji blinked, his smile faltering for a second.
"Excuse me?"
"I asked if you were done," Sebastian repeated, his voice completely devoid of fear or respect. It was the tone of a man dealing with a broken vending machine. "Because I'm on a really tight schedule. I need the lake.
You're standing in front of the lake. So, if you could just wrap up the whole 'I'm a badass samurai' speech and jump in, that would save us both a lot of time."
The terrified refugees in the cages gasped.
