Byung had turned the tides as Naruz and Naz showed the vast difference in strength.
Drekk subsided, but not without some difficulty.
There was something about seeing the goblin they all feared sitting on his butt, unable to fight back because he was overwhelmed by pure, raw strength.
The orcs were all trained to be warriors first, and everything else came secondhand, so there wasn't a single orc who didn't know how to fight.
They used their strength and size to their advantage, and there was no way Drekk could win.
Byung stared him down—there was no doubt in his mind that he was victorious.
"Do you see the limitations of your power?" Byung asked, and all Drekk did was lie there, bloodied, staring at the sky.
He didn't say a single word, and Byung knew Drekk was a goblin filled with pride. He had to be humbled so he could understand he wasn't invincible.
