"I seem to have gotten carried away," Clown said, steering the conversation back to their original topic. "Let's return to this new member of the Champions Alliance. A powerful giant lord. A creature of the abyss who commands lightning. Arrogant. No respect for his elders. He needs to be taught a lesson."
Even though they had defected, he and Witch were still his seniors, weren't they? It was a matter of principle.
A cascade of laughter, theatrical and dripping with mockery, suddenly erupted from Witch. "This is the man who, as a Mid-Archlord, challenged an Archlord-Peak to a standstill and walked away. I am intensely curious, Clown, as to how you plan on 'teaching him a lesson'?"
She leaned forward slightly, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents of pure derision. "Surely you don't think he's running around without a demigod's will projection for protection?"
