As the two of them lock gazes with each other, Long Moxie couldn't help but feel like something terrifying is staring down at him, as if he's a fish in a chopping block ready to be butchered by whatever it is that is looking down on him, making him feel something that he never felt before, not even in front of his father, his elders or his ancestor, being small, as if he is standing in front of a wall that cannot be overcome.
Try as this feeling as hard as it can to suppress him though, the natural pride, or rather arrogance already innate, and yet still nourished in someone who is born of high status being taught that he is above everyone else, flows out to oppress this terror back into the deepest recesses of his mind never to see the light of the day again, said arrogance also providing him with the little bit of push he needs in order to truly stand face to face against this immortal-like young man, already proclaimed to be the greatest in their generation.
