"You're as good as dead!" Marshal Celebus drew his broad sword and took a step toward Jabba.
"Stop this madness already!" Marshal Lacros stood in his path, extending his arms. "Leave him be—he's not worth the effort. Don't soil your hands with his blood."
"Lacros, why are you defending him? Get out of my way!" Celebus shoved his comrade aside. He was already furious and felt deeply insulted by how the planetary spirit had treated him. He would not allow a mere human to speak to him this way, especially on this matter!
This wasn't his first encounter with a planetary spirit. He had reached a refinement level of 95% with another spirit and was still progressing, albeit slowly. He was certain he wasn't so unworthy that spirits would reject him outright. That's why being treated this way had been such a shock to him.
