"Huh? And what is going to stop me, human?" Jabba looked at the person who didn't even reach the height of his waist and spoke with contempt
"I understand that Mr. Robin is an honest person and has come to fulfill his promise, but what are you doing here, son of Thundor?" Old Orzon spoke, his hands turning into a fist, "Did Mr. Robin promise you to help you if you would allow him to carry out his request? Or did you come to brag before us that you got to the Chosen One of the Heavens before we reached Him?"
"TCH, you have a big mouth old man, but I'm not interested in entertaining you today." Jabba spoke and then looked at Robin, "Shall we go now, please!?"
"I SAID YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE." The old man shouted, then pulled his heavy clothes and threw them to the ground.
A broken shield appeared covering only the area of his upper chest, and small thunderbolts began to erupt from his fists.
