"I bow to none! I am King!"
The Lion-Centaur let out a rumbling growl and roared out its answer, speaking for the first time since it had arrived. That was a surprise to some, as they had yet to meet a beast who could talk.
The man the declaration was directed to, simply laughed at the beast as if it was merely a kitten. The declaration resounded with a few of the others, who muttered and murmured nervously in agreement.
The next to give his answer was the American, who stepped forwards with a cocky grin on his face, "There are only two of you, and as far as I can see horns here ain't packing nearly as much muscle."
He drew a revolver from his side, spinning it on his finger. A golden sheen spread across the weapon as he twirled it, before it snapped to a stop and he raised it in a blur. The fully golden gun shimmered with subtle danger as he pulled back the hammer, causing the chamber to spin and a bullet to be primed to fire.
