Pablo made himself clear. He didn't call himself a lion or a dragon, he accepted the Chicken thing and called himself a bone.
"Again. Just talk. I am not impressed at all."
Jamal shook his head and he finally moved away from Pablo's face. He wasn't close to him like a wife now at least.
Pablo ignored him and all the high dukes watched the soldiers and Socrates fighting with the Cannibals.
The Cannibals were strong as they were unafraid of anything but they didn't know any proper way to fight and hence they were losing.
The burning Demonite armor was an advantage for the soldiers and Socrates as the Cannibals were catching fire just by touching them.
The weapons of the soldiers and Socrates were also on fire and that only helped in defeating the Cannibals.
The Cannibals weren't carrying any weapons with them, they were just fighting with their bodies and teeths.