“You wretch!”

Woroka gripped his axe tightly, swinging it directly at Ghislain.

As a northern warrior, he took pride in his reputation, and despite his more politically driven nature than other barbarians, this insult was intolerable.

Clang!

Ghislain swiftly drew his sword, blocking the axe with a grin.

“Do you want to test me here and now?”

“Are you saying you won’t negotiate?”

“I don’t bother with such trivialities. If you want to fight, then fight; if you want to kill, then kill.”

“You…!”

The atmosphere turned deadly in an instant. The two men locked eyes, weapons drawn, as others …