"What do you mean?" Belialthorn asked. He knew he wasn't strong enough but he still thought he was doing well for himself. Or wasn't he?
Greylord grunted. "You fight so poorly. If anyone or anything had meant your death here, then you'd be dead since you saw the gate."
"What we've seen here so far are powered people...and things." Belialthorn pointed out. Should he have to point it out? They could have killed them if they wished, he knew.
Belialthorn couldn't see it but he knew Greylord narrowed his eyes inside his grey blank helmet.
"What I'm talking about is that not one of you has trained! All you're doing is half-assed fighting. There is nothing that spelled hard training from the way you fight, I would have thought you're holding a weapon for the first time, Rota, and you Alaric why are you shying away from fighting?" Greylord pointed at them both.
