Watching Tzharakh, the hunter who had never failed a hunt, meet his first defeat at Ray's hand, the onlookers gaped, their jaws hanging so low it looked as though they might scrape the ground.
They hissed and murmured, disbelief rippling through their ranks.
"Too fast! He is too fast. My eyes can't follow his movements. I didn't even notice where he disappeared to until he planted his boot in Tzharakh's face."
"I was wondering when Tzharakh's epic streak would come to an end. I didn't expect it would happen today and at the hands of a human, no less."
"Guys, did you notice? The fight had lasted barely longer than the one before it."
"He defeats the strongest bronze rankers our tribe have ever known like they are nothing."
"Could he be..."
"No way. Such an esteem figure wouldn't bother coming to a place like this."
They still couldn't grasp the true nature of his power, but one thing had become undeniably clear to all. Ray was terrifyingly strong!
