"Shut your filthy mouth, Shajin!"
The sharp, targeted scorn that hit right at the sore spot instantly enraged the Dwarf, a furious red rising from his neck, spreading across most of his face. He shouted back:
"This is not a toy; it's a high-quality, top-notch flail! Its quality is countless times better than that sorry leather armor you're wearing! One swing can smash your entire head!"
As he spoke, Soldin slapped the flail at his waist with force, the collision between his thick hand and the flail making a dull sound, as if this could prove its worth.
"Oh~ Such touching family loyalty." Wanderer Shajin sneered and rolled his eyes, the excitement of verbal sparring making the dagger in his hand spin faster.
"Hopefully, by the time your little nephew swings his laughingstock of a toy, we haven't already been torn to pieces by the demons in the forest because of your pathetic family ties."
