"Run," Darius said as a way to give a warning and at the same time, mock his enemy. A way of giving the man a chance to concede and leave the place without fighting – knowing there's a chance that he would do the same thing to this man, as he did with Malcolm.
Unfortunately, the overly buffed man just scoffed.
"Do you really think that you can defeat me?" the man laughed.
"Me? The great hunter of the north?" His laugh boomed like a thunderclap.
"Look that you're pathetic little griffin and how easy it is for me to take him out of the fight. I can snap your neck on a whim if I want to," the man said.
Clearly, this man is high up on his pedestal of pride and honor – so drunk with the little power he has above others that he thinks he can take on anyone.
"A hunter that could barely use the bow? You must be joking," Darius scoffed at the enemy.
