A joke

The rebels paused for a moment as the Arbiters attempted to rally themselves. The central Arbiter, pale but attempting to appear authoritative, raised his cane and bellowed, "You think you can overthrow us? The gods choose us!"

Kael exchanged a glance with Lysara, who rolled her eyes. "Oh, this should be good," she muttered.

The central Arbiter muttered something under his breath, his trembling hands clutching the cane. A flicker of energy sputtered at the tip. He attempted to summon a blast of power, but instead, the staff emitted a faint pop, followed by a wisp of smoke. The Arbiter coughed awkwardly and waved at the smoke, trying to maintain his dignity.

"That's it?" Hana asked, raising an eyebrow. "This is what we're supposed to be afraid of?"