Ethan's roar was so sudden and unexpected that it actually made the Steward of the Divine Sea Temple flinch. The man froze in confusion, his hands instinctively flying up to feel his own swollen face. His furious charge, fueled by rage, had been completely broken by a single shouted taunt.
The spectators below could only look on in disbelief.
Uncle Jed shook his head in profound disappointment. "Ethan's right. The man's a fool. His raw power isn't bad, but… ah… he has zero combat instinct. Utter trash." Having delivered his verdict, he turned away, no longer interested in the spectacle.
Regis nodded in silent agreement.
