The essence of the national art of cursing was that the speaker felt better, while the listener burned with fury. Unfortunately, "little nobody" was a blend of local and foreign slang. The natives of this world couldn't understand it, much less the people of Ten Crows, who lagged behind in almost every respect.
As for phrases like "eat at the funeral feast"...
Taking into account Shen Tang's menacing Killing Intent and the arrow she had just loosed, they could just about grasp half of what she meant.
The Ten Crows man who had just brushed against death clutched his face, seething with rage. In halting Elegant Speech, he cursed, "Who was it? Who fired that arrow? Are you Seeking Death?"
In the time it took to say that, the Motorcycle had raced over.
It only avoided running him down by braking hard.
Shen Tang sat astride the mule, her face icy. Her bow had been put away, replaced by the Kind Mother Sword, long and plain in design. She pressed its tip right between the man's brows and looked down at him. "You little nobody, you're the one Seeking Death!"
Though he was arrogant, he reined in some of his bluster when he saw who had arrived. Of course, the main reason was that Shen Tang's soldiers surrounded them, each glaring with such ferocity that their very bones seemed to chill.
He managed to steady himself.
When Shen Tang saw that he had shut his mouth, she coldly looked away and surveyed the others who had been surrounded and subdued. From their attire, they were all personal guards of the Ten Crows delegation—ten in all. She sneered. "I've always upheld the four words 'fair and impartial.' I don't resort to violence to force people into submission without good reason. Someone