"Enough!"
Vargan's voice boomed across the plain.
He strode between his warriors, grabbing one by the shoulder and shoving him back.
"We are not here to fight and bark like street dogs."
the Vulkran warrior friend.
"But patriarch... they mocked us for being stupid and..."
Vargan glared at him...
"Do you really want to fight?"
the warrior nodded vigorously.
"Yes, patriarch!"
Vargan then shouted.
"Then shut up and waited for the fight later. If you bark now, you are just trying to be like a dog more than a true warrior."
He jabbed his thumb toward the center of the arena and grinned.
"In there, you can release your power and show everyone just how strong we are."
The Vulkrans quieted slightly.
"So don't you dare bark like a dog here; you are just embarrassing us."
The warriors nodded.
"Yes, patriarch! We're sorry."
On the other side, Sarona stepped forward as well.
"Lower your weapons!"
The frost under them began to fade.
One of them hesitated and asked.
