"Are you deaf?" The unhappy dragon-scaled fellow snapped, interposing himself in the two friends' path. "Who told you you could leave without my permission?"

"Lucas, let me beat the shit out of him," Benard proposed, eyes gleaming with determination.

Maybe he might not be able to beat the demon king or even the higher-level demons directly serving him. But to this arrogant rookie demon, he could very well teach a lasting lesson.

Lucas didn't agree. "No, Ben, let me handle him," he insisted.

But Benard was stubborn. "No, buddy, I'll handle this demon. Just sit down and watch. Besides, I’ve been desiring to stretch my muscles for quite a while...