Mordred has made a bold proclamation. Himself versus all of the group of Orcs I was trying to recruit. That had gotten everyone’s attention, especially mine. I’m quite used to Mordred’s confidence, and it’s not like it was an impossible task. After all, he has faced a similar challenge before.

  My Orcs clearly remembered, as they were all excited about the prospect of seeing a similar fight as an audience. The other Orcs gladly took him up on his offer.

  The rest of us backed out and gave them all space to properly fight. Once it was all safe, everyone participating in the fight brandished their weapons.

  Already, all the Orcs had surrounded Mordred with the intent to overwhelm him. A tactic that I doubt was going to have much success.

  As if to prove my point, Mordred didn’t give it much thought over the numbers and simply slammed his Axe to the ground. The land shook around him violently as it cracked and split. All the attacking Orcs had lost their footing and were forced to stop their advance just to keep themselves from tripping.

  My Minotaur finally cracked a smile as he grabbed the two [Tomahawk] that I gave him. To my surprise, he twisted his body and twirled. The sight of such a large spinning figure was both terrifying and hilarious.

  He was like a large furry spinning top. A deadly one that could cause some serious harm. I would be concerned if it wasn’t for the Orcs’ ridiculous healing factor. I know my own guys can survive Mordred’s stronger attacks so they should be able to do the same.

  Once he gained enough momentum Mordred tossed his two [Tomahawk] and activated his [Storm Cleaver] skill to cause a raging storm around him, sweeping all the already off balanced Orcs to the air while causing multiple cuts to their body.

  I noticed that despite how destructive the storm he created was, it was surprisingly contained on the battlefield, leaving us on the sidelines with simply a strong wind that was more an inconvenience than anything else.

  My army cheered over Mordred’s advantage with even Paimoth nodding while rubbing his fingers on what I can assume is his chin. Some of them even commented that it was already over. Though I doubt that, knowing Mordred he was just only starting.

  He looked up in the air and put strength into his legs as he used all that built up force to jump in the air. Considering the amount of force I needed in order to achieve a similar momentum, I couldn’t help but admire the strength of one of my most powerful and loyal Henchman.

  My Minotaur reached a high enough distance to come face to face with the Orcs in the air. With no weapons on hand, he opted to use his fists instead and slammed against them to the ground one at a time. He used the momentum of sending them down to move through the air and to his next victim.

  They all fell down like meteorites, each one creating their own small crater when they reached ground. I double checked to make sure they were alive which they thankfully were. They had a content smile on their faces despite being surrounded by a splash of their own blood and their bodies being heavily injured.

  Just as much a battle junkie as my Orcs for sure. I don’t think Paimoth shared the same interest in battle as them as I could hear him whisper the word “barbaric” under his breath. That or he probably thought something less brutal would have been better.

  Once the last of the Orcs had landed, Mordred slammed to the ground himself, feet first with no reaction as his two [Tomahawk] pinned to the ground at opposite ends of the battlefield.

  The battle had concluded a lot faster compared to his previous fight with the Orcs and without sustaining so much as a single injury. My Minotaur has clearly improved since then and yet…

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  The serious tone in his eyes hadn’t left him.

  Once the conclusion had been determined everyone cheered over his victory. Even the defeated Orcs cheered praise over a fantastic battle. Despite appearances they looked more alive than when we came here. Clearly showing their love for battle.

  Paimoth gave a slow but meaningful clap. “Not bad I have to admit.”

  Mordred simply ignored him as he silently retrieved his weapons. Unusual for him as he would normally bask in his victory.

  Going through the pain one of the Orcs spoke. “You’re definitely strong…. I think we all are in agreement in your proposal…. if someone like him is serving you.”

  Many of them nodded before wincing from their bruises. Their healing factor is already starting its work.

  Yet, Mordred had something to say. “…Not yet. I don’t think this would prove to you the boss’ strength. Isn’t that right boss?”

  He was suddenly staring right at me; everyone was silent waiting to see what would happen. I could only stare back in confusion, wondering where he was going with this.

  Then, his expression changed to one of excitement while he sported a large smile. “Why not have a one-on-one fight against me again boss?! You beat me before. Should be easy now~”

  …. What?

  “Oh man, didn’t we barely beat him when he already was weakened? I strongly remember considering this. I was warning you left and right of the danger.”

  Ugghh, I don’t want to hear it right now…. But he’s right. I was lucky enough to have won in a specific situation like that. I doubt I could recreate it here.

  I should have seen this coming. From the start he always admired me for that one battle we had. Of course, he would want a rematch sooner or later. If I were to lose, then….

  Mordred tilted his head in confusion. “Is something wrong boss? ....”

  I suddenly felt all eyes on me, and not in a good way. I could hear the whispers of doubt that were creeping up from them. My other self was practically screaming at me how much of a bad idea it was to fight Mordred. What should I do? …

  It felt like an eternity of silence as I tried to measure what to do at that moment. Nothing seemed like a good idea, there was just too much risk of losing what I had already accomplished at this point in time…

  As much as I didn’t want to, I ended up looking at Mordred’s face again. His confused expression was shifting into one of disappointment.

  I…

  ….

  Screw it!

  I finally decided on my answer and stated it before I or that other me could change my mind! I started to loudly laugh and spread my arms in a show of dominance, more so to try to put more confidence in my words. “...Veehahahahaha! Alright, not a bad idea. Let’s have a rematch Mordred!!~”

  I could hear that Kobold in my mind sigh very, VERY loudly. “Fine, I guess if we’re screwed either way might as well take a risk.”

  The second I accepted his answer, Mordred’s eyes lit up like he was given permission to play outside. He bellowed a laugh, a volume loud enough for all to hear. “HAHAHAHA glad to hear boss! I was worried there for a second! Sorry I doubted you!”

  Everyone else was getting excited themselves. Mainly for the fact that they never saw Mordred and I fight before, with only our own recollection to go off on. Now they’ll be able to see the real deal and truly experience how a Kobold was able to defeat such a powerful monster.

  I can hear their many chatters, the expectations practically crushing me in pressure. But I didn’t allow myself to show any concerns. I tightly gripped my shaking arm as I got my bearings together.

  We opted to have everyone space out further, the defeated Orcs where helped by their fellow species as everyone continued to express their excitement for the upcoming battle.

  Everyone except Paimoth. With his face obscured in shadows, it was hard to tell what he was thinking. Yet I had this nagging feeling of concern coming off of him. I had no idea or basis why, even my other self was baffled.

  Nothing I can do right now anyway. I need to put all my focus on the rematch. I can’t afford to let myself get distracted now.

  Mordred gathered his weapons together while I inspected mine to make sure they were still in perfect condition as well as making sure my [Dimensional Box] was properly stocked. I usually made sure there was plenty in supply of each type of minerals as I could and I was not going to take any chances.

  Once we were sure we both were fully ready we each took position, facing each other with a decent amount of distance between us. There was silence all around in anticipation of our fight though I put them all in the back of my mind and stopping the shaking in my arm.

  Right now, it’s just you and me Mordred.

  My Minotaur henchman pulled out his large ax with one hand, in a show of strength. His eyes fully down on me with both anticipation and excitement burning bright.

  I mirrored him in turn. It’s time I showed him and the rest of this world how much this world is mine!

  “Veehahahahaha!! Let’s go!!~”