The Not-So-Goodenough waited until the time ran out, He tiled his faceless head once before swiftly lunged forward and swung his lance upward toward Erwin. With no defensive stance (as if it could do much) and no preparation to move away, the blow connected on his side ribs and threw him away.

[b]"Law you said!"[/b] he boomed, coarse and hard as the coral. [b]"Spell not your law in front of me. Human! Before you even walked this land my people ruled it."[/b] toward the now-landed and knocked-out noble he walked, and pointed his lance. 

[b]"Stay down! Lest you want to be humbled some more." [/b]


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Jazdia could feel half of her hair rising up like being carried away by a strong tide when a heavy thud of metals clashed in front of her. By the next moment, Erwin had already changed in position and landed a few meters away. 

She already knew this could happen and the noble totally had it coming. 

Sighing, the elf walked between Goodenough, his lance, and Erwin. Staring at the gargantuan, twice taller and bigger than a certain bear. Eyes activated, glowing violet with a tinge of red. Power was the true language they understood.

"Alright, that's enough. Leave now in Peace, Casdegar!" She said, bow already held firmly. 

The merchant acknowledged it quickly. With a swift motion, he retreated his lance and stabbed it onto the ground. 

[b]"Pardon the roughness in my voice, Friends. For The wound from this fool's marble hasn't healed yet."[/b]