"What the hell are you doing here? You want my hammer in your face?" Bhuzkoc barked aggressively upon seeing a snobbish Jake striding in their direction, his intentions obvious.
Kyle, Svara, the veiled young woman, and the rest of his men followed him composedly with apparent coldness on their faces.
Staring at Jake, the Nawai leader was increasingly troubled by this oddball. Almost dying at the hands of a Third-Ordeal Player's frontal assault was his greatest shame, and he could barely restrain his body from transforming in his seething rage.
Once in his ogre form, it became nearly impossible to suppress his appetite for the flesh of sentient species and many of his core subordinates were the loyal lieutenants of his native Nawai tribe. Although they were barbaric and primitive it would not help his reputation to give in to his urges in front of them.
