Zat landed a heavy slap, which seemed to vent some of his anger. He grabbed the Dara Warrior and dragged the black panther toward the rear.
"Chief, I'm going too!" Muto clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking loudly.
"And me!"
"And me!"
...
A whole crowd of Barbarians, more than half the group, rushed off after him.
In their hearts, their Chief was now no different from one of the Gods. An insult to him was a graver offense than an insult to themselves.
They would unswervingly defend everything about their Chief, even at the cost of their own lives.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Soon, the sound of heavy slaps echoed from the clearing, followed by a wet crunch like a watermelon hitting the ground. Only then did it finally end.
The Beastman Barbarians returned to the formation, each one looking as refreshed and satisfied as if they'd just chewed on mint leaves.
