Kapitel 1109: War Noble Duel

Pale hesitated...

There was a saying about hesitation. 

Tycon's disappointed voice echoed in his head whenever he did-- which was far too often. 

He had already made his declaration. 

He knew it was the right one. 

...but was it right to get everyone involved?

--did he even deserve it?

Pale steeled his expression. 

"Stay back, everyone," he said. "I'll fight alone."

"Oy. Really?" Ree scowled.

Gobbuto lowered his head, "[Comrade Pale...]" 

Troia had her hands against her chest, her body language communicating her confusion. 

Sorry, Troia. 

"Sorry, everyone. This is my fight."

All his friends were willing to help-- that was more than enough to give him the confidence he needed. 

He was pretty sure that facing Tycon in single combat was the right thing to do.