Khan and Fergus stared at each other, creating a stalemate neither wanted to break. The impasse seemed unsolvable with words alone, and the alternative could create massive problems.
Fergus had half-expected a similar stance but still experienced surprise. He had read about Khan, but there were limits to gall and arrogance. The two men's military uniforms marked the difference in their power, something that almost every soldier would respect. However, that detail didn't seem to matter to Khan.
It wasn't even a matter of confidence or readiness. Khan didn't look deluded or ignorant. He simply stood there, uncaring about the potential consequence. Levels and experience didn't exist in his mind. He had his way and would fight to defend it.
"I admit," Fergus broke the silence. "I'm growing curious about the rumors around you."
