"What?"
"She actually challenged Kargath?!"
"Has she lost her mind?!"
As the former king of the arena and the legend who had led the Shattered Hand Clan out of it, Kargath's past as a gladiator had always been widely celebrated among the Orcs. Now that Yrel had openly challenged Kargath, many were both shocked and angered.
Especially her claim that he was a "coward"—it was the greatest mockery of Kargath, the Shattered Hand Clan, and Kargath's many admirers.
For a moment, everyone stared fiercely at Kargath, and some even began to shout.
"Accept her challenge!"
"Teach her a lesson!"
"Kill her with your own hands, Kargath!"
"Make her regret ever being born!"
Caught off guard by the challenge, Kargath was somewhat stunned himself. But on second thought, he felt it was indeed a good idea.
If no one else could defeat her, then he would do it himself. Kargath had never doubted his own prowess. He had always believed himself to be the strongest.
Thus, the chieftain of the Shattered Hand Clan rose to his feet without hesitating for even a second.
"You dare provoke me. I have to admit, little Draenei—"
As he spoke, he picked up a massive curved blade, his main-hand weapon.
"You do have some courage. Fine. Since you put it that way, I'll play with you for a bit and teach you a lesson. Let you know that not everyone can be provoked as you please."
The Orc leaped into the arena, his towering figure appearing before Yrel.
"I admire your untamed wildness."
His tone was thick with malice as he strode toward the Draenei.
"So tonight, I'll make an exception and spare your life. I'll leave a deep impression on you, then kill you beneath Shattrath's walls before your people—this is the price of