Gobomir stood in silence, watching the black-haired male for several moments as if he didn't hear his words.
'...what?'
The male's words triggered an ember of heat to flicker into existence. A hot, passionate heat... the emotion spread through Gobomir almost like it was trying to force itself out of him.
"What did you say?"
His hands slowly tightened on his blade, teeth sharp as a knife, his muscles tense like he was preparing to attack. Gobomir narrowed his eyes while taking in the surroundings. Leonhardt disliked issues in his cities and towns, but there were some things that simply shouldn't be done.
"Didn't you hear me, goblin?"
"Speak your name, human." A click sounded.
Gobomir slipped his sword an inch from its sheath, while spreading his right leg two inches to the right, and pushing down on the ball of his foot, an ideal footing to attack.
The boy stood in his range, something Leonhardt taught the goblins. 'I will kill!'
