Here was a man, radiating an unsettling aura despite his human disguise, questioning his very strength. "Weakling, you say...?" I am Gunta, A+ Rank in this very kingdom! You wouldn't know strength if it bit you in the backside!"
Hila's amusement deepened. This Gunta, fueled by pride and a bruised ego, was proving to be a valuable pawn. He needed someone like this, someone easily manipulated by a well-placed insult. "A+ Rank, huh? Impressive... for a human." The last word was laced with a subtle condescension that went unnoticed by the enraged warrior.
"Enough talk!" Gunta roared, slamming his fist on the bar. He gestured towards the tavern door with his other hand. "Let's get outside and see who's stronger, weakling!"
With a triumphant bellow, Gunta stormed out of the tavern, his heavy armor clanging against the wooden floor.
