"Barrafin, you traitorous scum! You dare show your face here and vomit such disgusting words?!" A brutish, thug like man who wore no real armour to speak off and carried a large cleaver roared out with a ferocious expression, from the left side of the wall.
"Agrashi." Barrafin muttered this hateful man's name under his breath, as his eyes cooled to frigid levels, remembering the many horrors of this mad butcher's cleaver.
"What's wrong young patriarch? Did the sight of my colleague's visage scare you silent?" Another voice heavy with pretentious sophistication and gloating mockery sounded out from the other side.
Barrafin felt indignant over Evgenoth's humiliating words, but he wasn't going to lose his temper over such an amateurish taunting attempt, as he raised his voice again and sincerely tried to persuade these ignorant fools "If any one here should be fearful it is you not me." He said this as he gestured to the army behind him.
