[i]He stood tall, the string no longer holding his leg. With the sound of clinking golden coins, the two knives dissolve into golden flecks, floating off into the air. His gaze turns on the boy again, he crosses his arms, one hand going up to support his hidden chin as he thinks. The sheening noise comes en masses as seven golden discs open behind him, seven matching weapons of varying make and style sliding partially out of them. However, they do not fire, not immediately. First, the King speaks,[/i] "[b]Mongrel. Why do you wish this upon yourself? Would your life not be easier without challenging me? Even as a mongrel, any life would be better to none. Why invite my wrath upon yourself?[/b]"