"Alright, now listen to me. I am going to hold a tournament to separate "real warriors" from weaklings like you, with rewards and riches to the winners. In the Fifth Circle, in Dis. This says me, Devourer! You three will help me spread this information in Limbo."
"Whoa… Are you really Devourer?" the bandit leader asked, raising from the ground. He already regained most of his composure, just like the rest of the gang. They lowered their weapons now. One thing they had—instead of brains—was an animal instinct for danger.
And maybe it was a bit slow, but now it was shouting at them that real deal or not, I was stronger than them.
In response, I snarled at them one more time. "Yes, I am! Now bow and obey!"
They didn't hesitate to prostrate themselves on their knees—or, in the case of the one bandit who was still mounted on his bird. The birds, affected by the fearsomeness of my shout, folded their wings and lowered their heads too, completing the picture.
