Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Cassius successfully reaches the basement club, where, in addition to those present yesterday, there is a shaggy northerner who was bargaining for a wolfhound, and another ten ordinary guards. Rigobert didn't waste time – now they have blunted weapons of all kinds and a medic – all that remains is to hope that he is not as bad as they say.

– Come on, you slobs, let's go! Lie down! Get up! Jump! – these shouts from the sergeant are clearly not addressed to Cassius, but to his subordinates, whom he is already driving around the hall, waving a whip. – Those who don't train their speed will train to take a hit! – the whip hits the slowest one, and he falls to the ground. – Ah, Sir Knight Cassius! I told you, this is a wonderful Dungeon, my guys like it too. Choose whoever you want, fight. Either for money or for free. Hmm... Maybe I should arrange a fight for you against ten ordinary soldiers at once? Although, no – if they can't handle it, I won't even have enough imagination to punish them enough for that.