"I surrender! Oh, mighty giant, Crown Prince Zokaka, please save me from this devil named Dashub!" shouted a witty one among them, sucking up to him with a full of despise for his King. Tossing his weapons away, he plopped down on his knees toward Zokaka. The remaining fifteen soldiers also joined his parade, throwing out their weapons and pouring praise with little hope of sparing their lives.
Headless corpses filled the scene. Strangely enough, opposite to their little hope, Zokaka ceased his attack. As his focus was now on the incoming twelve Ministers and King Dushab, who was still running after and killing those deserters.
The twelve masterfully encircled him in the nick of time as they also brandished their weapons. After seeing all the carnage, they no longer consider the Crown Prince as just some kid anymore. They were ready to launch their strongest attacks.
