Hurra finally woke up, his face still stinging from multiple slaps. He groggily blinked at Voldrak, who casually brushed the dust from his hands.
"Right," Voldrak said, his tone almost conversational. "Now, are we going to keep fighting, or are you taking me to your leader's leader?"
Hurra's first reaction was to glare, but his bravado faded when he heard Voldrak speak again. "If you can't, I can ask one of your guards," Voldrak said, already turning his attention to the guards who obediently knelt on the ground, prepared to follow his commands.
"Wait! Wai-wait!" Hurra stammered, his voice shaky as he realized the gravity of the situation. "You'll come with us quietly?" His confidence had been replaced by uncertainty at Voldrak's composed demeanor.
