There was a hierarchy in the room that was funny. When Rufus spoke sternly, everyone froze and listened. They addressed him as Sir and answered yes sir or no sir to his orders. When the Saxon spirit spoke sternly, Rufus behaved the same way. He froze and listened, nodding like a young child being chastised.
"You have grown soft Rufus." The spirit sighed. In its voice, there was an audible disappointment.
The spirit realized that its expectations had been a little too high. Despite all the hunts Rufus had been involved in and all the supernatural battles he had fought, he had never dealt with something like Ravana.
He had never seen a supernatural war. It should not have been shocking that he was approaching everything at snail's pace.
"I...I...." Rufus lowered his head in shame, struggling to answer.
The rest of the humans felt more uncomfortable.
