Before the Omegina could reply with a flat-out rejection, Owen took a long stride forward, his broad back standing in front of Rowan like a solid city wall, blocking him from the other's sight. His voice was low and hoarse, full of killing intent: "I accept your stupid challenge. Prepare to die."
The two beastmen confronted each other, the atmosphere as tense as a snapping bowstring; a bloody life-or-death battle for a mate was about to take place right here by the poetic waterfall. The roaring sound of the water behind them seemed to be overshadowed by the thick, suffocating killing intent radiating from the two glaring predators.
