The words were laced with precision. They were straight to the point. They hit like a punch, direct and doing maximum damage.
Riven had earlier told Tatehan that the Red Crest Clan was widely known throughout Mars to be hostile to strangers and outsiders.
Tatehan wouldn't even be standing here right now if he wasn't actively helping them with Kael's daughter. And this violent duel was the result of his good will and generosity.
Even though the commander had welcomed him somewhat warmly, their number one fighter clearly hadn't. Mub wanted his blood.
What were the actual odds that he would even come out on top here? What were the realistic odds that he was going to defeat this absolute monster of a man?
He had the earbud device helping him. He had Riven watching and feeding him information. The entire outcome of this fight depended solely on whether she would be able to accurately predict Mub's attacks in real-time.
