The twins Luke and Leo took on the level 13 aborigine, while the level 11 aborigine was handled by a few of the others like Hubert and Beany.
The level 13 aborigine looked at the level 11 one. "I'll take care of these brats, Ply, the usual deal?"
The level 11 shrugged, looking at the couple of weaklings who were ready to attack. "Whatever you say, Dung."
"Dung? His name is Dung?!" Luke said, looking around and wondering if he was hearing it correctly. When he saw the others were holding down smiles, he burst out laughing.
"Pwahahahahahah!"
To be fair, Dung's name didn't mean the same in the local language, but the aborigine didn't know that. Anyway, he was being mocked!
Dung's eyes twitched as he looked at the bigger twin, laughing and not paying attention to him.
Offended, Dung waved his sword ominously before lunging. "I should teach you to keep attention—"
