"SORCERY!" the shaman said as he pointed his staff at me.
"How are you able to use sorcery here?" the chieftain said, still shocked at the fact that she lost before the match began.
"I'm different."
"I told you he was strong, sister," said the small girl from the side.
Clearly displeased, the woman sighed, "I admit my defeat," she said.
"We cannot accept it chief! He used sorcery!" the shaman said. And that was supported by the many, many other tribesmen. As they booed and shouted.
"Cheater!" they said, "Fraud!" they said and many other words.
My brows rose up, as I smiled and backed away.
"You all seem displeased," I said.
Then I looked at the chieftain, "You wouldn't refuse a match of strength," I said.
"I already admitted defeat, there is no point in fighting," she said.
"But they seem displeased," I said.
"He used sorcery! It is not fair!" more of the tribesmen said.
