"Morgan? You want to play with Morgan?" Iris asked with wide eyes, her tone of voice mocking.
"Well," said the man casually. "I have a principle not to hurt women. Also, I want us to play physically like humans, only until one of us falls will we end and see the results."
Iris understood what the man meant, whoever managed to knock out would be the winner. She didn't know what he wanted yet, Morgan had to win it no matter what.
"Do not worry. The werewolf's physique is stronger than anyone." Morgan patted Iris' head with his right hand. He smiled gently.
Iris nodded her head, she waved her hand and the three undead standing in front of her moved out of the way behind Iris.
Morgan stepped forward with his hands clenched at his sides. He didn't know which race the person in front of him was from, but he had faith that werewolves were physically stronger than any race in the Megalima Kingdom.
