As John expected, the provocation hit its mark. The next second, a massive figure jumped over the high walls. The giant landed on the ground with the force of a falling meteorite, the impact cratering the earth a little, and sending a shockwave through John's boots.
John didn't flinch. He calmly watched the giant, a warrior similar in build to Lanmar and others, straighten up. The Bulltor held a serrated long-knife that was nearly as tall as his own massive frame.
"I'm Galnar, a descendant of the Twelve, the Sacred Bloodlines factions, and I am here to honour our sacred traditions by teaching you a lesson you won't survive long enough to forget," Galnar's face contorted into a savage mask of predatory glee. He stepped forward, the ground trembling under his weight.
