Robert stormed back to his group, his face twisted with rage. His boots slammed against the molten rock floor, echoing through the vast chamber. When his heel struck too hard, a jolt of pain shot through his foot, vibrating straight up to his bones.
"Fck! Motherfck! Ashole! Sht!"
The shout reverberated across the cavern, catching the attention of almost every player within hearing range.
Trixie groaned and covered her face with both hands, her jeweled bracelets clinking as she shook her head. "God, you're embarrassing."
The others winced, shifting uncomfortably.
Where was that "composure" Robert always preached about during meetings? The cool, calculating leader image? Gone. Absolutely gone.
Players nearby snickered openly, pointing at him while whispering among themselves.
"Did you see that?"
"Leader of Rising Fang tripped over a rock!"
"Serves him right for acting so smug earlier."
The laughter stung worse than the pain in his foot.
