"Prove it." One of them barked. "We've heard stories, sure. But you could just be talkin' big."
Ren narrowed his eyes.
"Then I hope you're ready to see proof."
He stepped forward, the movement deliberate, his boots clicking against the floor with a quiet thud that somehow echoed.
His eyes locked on the big Knight, his expression dark. And then, with nothing more than presence alone, the room shifted.
An oppressive weight blanketed the air.
The gang of Knights stepped back instinctively, the bravado draining from their faces as a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger rolled off Ren like heat off a forge. The temperature didn't rise, but everyone in the room started sweating.
The formerly drunk Knight froze, his mouth hanging open as he stared into Ren's green eyes, eyes that now held none of the warmth or tiredness from earlier.
Silence followed.
Then, with a long, audible sigh, Ren relaxed his shoulders. The atmosphere instantly disappeared.
