"Damn it, bring it! The Bounty Tribe at Freedom Port is good for a lot of things, especially not fearing those who want to pick a fight. Want to pick a fight, eh? Well, I'll give him one." As the man spoke, he stomped his foot, and with a dull thud, his nearly 200-pound frame fell instantaneously into the center of the ring. "Any real man, step up."
"Step up? Haha, are you even up to the task?" Black Peak asked doubtfully. He had never thought highly of these riff-raffs. If they were stronger, he might genuinely want to fight, but this group? Wouldn't they all fall with just one blow?
Thunder Dragon shook his head. As it seemed, they would have to fight today after all. If Black Peak refused to fight, that would be one thing, but he knew that Black Peak looked down on this group. He turned and glanced at Silver Moon, "Interested in going to play a little?"
Silver Moon was enjoying her ice cream. She looked from side to side, quietly shaking her head.
