In disbelief of what had just happened, the bearkin slowly raised his hand to wipe off the spit dripping from his forehead.
Looking at the spittle on his large palm, the back of the fur cloak he wore began to bristle.
A deep growl forced out of the bearkin's teeth. "You know...I was planning on thrashing you a bit and then letting you run away.
But you've forced my hand...
I'll have to kill you right here...right now.
You and everyone else watching us right now will remember the name Redfurr."
Looking at the surrounding beastkin who were beginning to get fidgety, Redfurr chomped at them menacingly, causing them to back off in unconscious fear.
"Feel free to fight as well, but don't wallow in regret when I break you in half even with the princess here."
