Wheeling Gull Isle you spread yourself too thin

For the boy to even be considered a potential member was insulting. Laughable even. Orochi would’ve snickered had he not been so pissed. This washed up piece of shit hadn’t done anything for Yuélóng (nevermind Aiolos telling him otherwise. He’d believe it when he sees it, but even then that wasn’t a guarantee) and he was convinced they should've thrown him back in the ocean on day one.

Nothing was said of his last comment. The russet man only growled, lowered his head, and prepared to strike. Orochi mirrored his response; head down, growled. He prepared to take the blow. Perhaps it was the lack of combat over the weeks, or maybe it was just his unlucky day. Either way, he wasn’t able to take it as well as he thought he would. Orochi lost his balance—a rookie’s mistake at this point—thus was sent stumbling back.