I was fully expecting the slavers to just deny my win or something and fight us anyway…
Well guess what? I was right.
Or at least, I was partially right.
The leader gave up and surrendered immediately but the other slavers were definitely not in agreement of surrendering at all.
"This is bullshit! We outnumber them!! Let's just beat them!!" A bald, muscled slaver roared, pulling out a giant mace from his waist.
That guy looked pretty impressive with him being at least a head taller than Odeta and he was only wearing a pair of pants to show off his muscles.
The others around him agreed and also pulled out their weapons as well, though a few hung back which clearly revealed themselves to be spell casters.
The leader seemed unhappy with this and turned to shout at them, "What are you doing, you fools?! We don't stand a chance! Just surrender!!"
A slaver that has his face covered with a hood drew his bow to point his arrow at me, "I do not agree… First to strike, first to win."
