Emery looked up and down at the 3-meter giant human standing in front of him and wondered. Was this acolyte named Sparse really a bloodline acolyte just like Ivar and Igor, Silva's two teammates? But, he could see no other sign of a beast bloodline from the giant. All Emery could see standing before him was a large man with bulky muscles.
"What are you waiting for, wimp?" The acolyte taunted. "What is it, boy? Did you wet your pants?"
Emery simply laughed inwardly. Anyone with half a functioning brain would know better than getting close to a giant without preparation. He saw through the giant's attempt to make him approach and force a close range battle, where he most likely would have an advantage in strength considering his size. Of course, Emery was above responding to such pathetic attempts to rile him up.
