"Kid, what is a human doing in the middle of our home?" The burly man spent only a few seconds staring at me after my introduction before averting his eyes. Glossing over what I said as if I never happened, the man turned his eyes to Teria.
"Father, it's just like he said. He is not a human from a wingless tribe." Shaking her head, Teria stepped forward, putting herself between me and her father. "There is no grudge between him and our clan. And I have some other things I need to tell you," looking around in a pretensional manner, Teria squinted her eyes as she looked at her father's face again, "just not in such a crowded place."
For a moment, I really didn't know how the situation would develop. Even though I managed to make short work out of all the winged humans that I fought with so far, this man was on an entirely different level.
