^...and after that group of four showed up, and started engaging with the Grandmasters on duty, I came down here to—^
[Groar!]
^Gah!^
^HOLY SHIT!^
Just as the Silver-tongue warriors was about to wrap up his report, a whole mess of zakos came leaping down the stairs in a rather murderous manner.
The moment these zakos made their presence known, the reactions of those in the room could be placed into three groups.
...
First, utter bewilderment and fury.
Duke Diamoro and Alfonzo were not expecting an unknown force of this magnitude to manifest out of nowhere.
The two dastards prided themselves as being able to predict and outmaneuver their opponents and victims, surprising them when they least suspect it. In other words, having it happen to them was humiliating at minimum and absolutely infuriating at most.
However, they weren't the type of warriors to let a single setback like this throw them off.
