It didn't. But that was not Belialthorn's problem. "Well then, you can go and do what you want. Since we humans are not servant of Systor, you can just go get the yellow people." He waved him away as if to shoo a cat or stray dog.
White laughed. "You are funny! I wasn't told humans are this funny. Mostly they told me how rotting you are. How cowardly you behave."
Belialthorn noted no weapons on him but a man of his rank won't need one to fight. He had reached a level where even the air he breath out could be a weapon.
He was weary, this man was far above him in rank. It's not something he has experienced in a while. And he called himself a knight. A man well used to fighting.
"Well, that's what you heard about humans. It's not something you've see for yourself right?" Belialthorn asked. He placed his hand gently on Valor and then he tightened his hold. Run. The touch said.
