Granak staggered to his feet, his anger fueling his determination. He began to stride purposefully toward Daimon, his massive frame emanating an aura of challenge.
Daimon, for his part, maintained a confident smile, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement as he watched the Orc approach.
"Seems like someone isn't quite accustomed to having their bravado challenged," Daimon remarked, his voice carrying a mocking edge as he leaned slightly forward. His sardonic grin deepened as he continued, "But I'm here to remedy that."
Granak's face contorted with a volatile mixture of rage and defiance, his nostrils flaring as he stared intently at Daimon. "You won't be wearing that grin for long," he retorted, his words dripping with a seething hostility that hung heavily in the air.
Daimon's grin, however, only widened. He relished the brewing confrontation. "Oh, we'll see about that," he replied, his tone laced with a blend of amusement and curiosity.
