"Damn turtle! I am a military noble of Mexica, I am a Samurai of the Royal Family! I demand a sacred and honorable duel with your leader!"
"Stop! Stop! Take him alive!"
Upon hearing Necali's cry, Chiwaco paused momentarily, hurriedly raised his hand, and the Militia stopped together. The sharp point of the Bronze Spear, chilling to the bone, pressed tightly against the veteran Scout's vital points, leaving him unable to turn around.
"You, what did you say? You, a military noble? Have you seen the Mexica Marshal?"
The old Militia Chiwaco took two steps closer, struggling to gesture to Necali using the dialect similar to that of the eastern mountain region and the Mexica.
