Jaigar blew the smoke off his knuckle duster, glancing down at the beggar who lay motionless on the cracked ground.
"Hah! A beggar will always be a beggar. What a shitty asshole. You should have known your place instead of acting tough against a mighty divine weapon user like me."
He glanced sideways at Gorak, a mocking smirk curling on his lips.
"This is how you handle a weakling, asshole. You've got a divine blessing from the Supreme Goddess, you're on Supreme Leader Julius's team, and yet you're still a useless piece of trash who can't do anything right. Look at me. I didn't even use twenty percent of my power. Just four basic skills, and this lowly beggar is already finished."
He raised one of his glowing knuckle dusters, his smirk widening.
"Meanwhile, your special flame arrow couldn't even scratch a weakling beggar. Pathetic."
"What did you say, asshole?! You want to die here?!" Gorak's voice trembled with rage.
