The leader folded his arms, chuckling under his breath. "What's this? The law of the jungle? I thought you were from a polished kingdom, civilized, refined, pampered. And now you're talking about jungle law?" His men chuckled behind him.
Abuchi stared him down. "Even the jungle has rules," he said calmly. "And one of them is clear, the winner takes it all."
The leader tilted his head thoughtfully, his grin spreading. "Interesting… I like that. Alright then. We'll play your little game."
Behind him, his men stepped back slightly, their attention turning to a tall man with a scar running down the side of his jaw.
Broad shouldered and stoic, he looked like someone who crushed rocks with his bare hands for breakfast.
"That's your guy?" Abuchi asked.
"No," the leader replied. "That's my warm up act. But we'll save him for another day. I'll give you someone special."
Abuchi's friends looked uneasy. "This is insane," Karen muttered. "We should be fighting together."
