The countless people struggled within the sand, but none of them could break free. The giant still had its form with hands bigger than the rest of its body. Each strike he wielded both harmed its hostages and one receiving them.
"These people believed and followed you," said Dorian with a frown as his spear reassumed its form. "How could you treat them in this way?"
"Humans have a great weakness, young lord," said the priest with a sinister grin. "Their compassion and empathy toward others cripple their progress. If you cared less about these cattle and dove straight for my head, you might stand a chance."
"Even with handicaps, I can still take out the trash," said Dorian with arrogance dripping from his eyes. If one did not know him, he might think he was the embodiment of god with this amount of arrogance.
"Foolish brat," spat the priest before he moved the golem again, launching another attack. "Suffer my judgement and the price of your arrogance!"
