"I won't repeat it. Drop the beast!"
"I'm sure you're aware that we both killed this right? That alone should tell you how strong we are." Luke retorted, looking straight into the eyes of the person who had spoken before him.
Luke and Obed had successfully killed the Flaming Lion but they ended up with damages. They were both injured. Although they were slowly healing, they weren't back in their peak condition. After pulling the beast for over three hours, they chose to rest and we're now being cornered.
"Tch. Look at all the injuries on you both and you still dare threaten us? I'll say it one more time. If you leave the beast this time, we'll make sure not to harm you both and just leave with the beast." The middle-aged man with black hair who seemed to be the leader spoke again.