"Stay right there and don't move." Grak pulled her wooden club back, ready to throw it.
"Are you forgetting something?" I asked.
I placed my hands on the throne's surface. Despite my six-foot height, its colossal dimensions made me feel as small as a three-year-old.
"What?" Grak asked, her patience waning.
I crossed my legs and tilted my head slightly. Raising my right hand, I gestured towards my temple. "Can you not discern the color of my eyes?"
"They are blue, so what?"
"Let me guess." A slow, razor-sharp smile crept across her face. "You are stalling for time."
I laughed, ensuring my voice resonated throughout every corner of the throne room. "It seems like you have remarkable growth in all the right places, boobs, ass, and even your thighs, except for one place, your brain."
Grak let go of her wooden club. It shot through the air, aiming for my head. With a simple yet calculated tilt, I dodged.
'CRACK!'
