''No, they are annoying pests who like to make me jump when I'm not expecting it,'' Atlas replied, kicking one who tried to nibble him.
He pointed at the creature, ''See? They've just been beaten and still want more.''
The women laughed as Estelle commented, ''It seems like you've grown into a fine young man, but now it seems like we need to test your strength.''
Atlas grinned, holding up his stump. ''You're challenging a cripple, blondie? But sure, let's fight; I've been looking forward to this.''
With that, he created a battlefield outside the treehouse, the thrill of the impending clash sending his excitement soaring. Once everything was set, he and Estelle stood opposite the makeshift arena.
Estelle stood poised with her sword while Atlas gripped Nightblade, his focus unwavering. Grishna swaggered into the center, raising her arms in a playful gesture as she looked at him with a knowing smile. "If you beat blondie, I'll give you a special treat tonight, handsome."
