'Fuck! That hurts. What kind of strength is this? I don't think I have ever seen a person this strong before. What do I do now?'
Brother Gustav clenched his fist as he felt his hand vibrating due to the pressure of the attack he had been forced to deal with.
He had no intention of hiding behind his subordinates or his title from the temple. But for the first time, he felt he might need to do that.
"Who are you? And what do you want with me?"
Brother Gustav asked in a loud voice.
He had been the loser of that small exchange that just happened, but that did not mean he would lose his pride and show his weakness.
He needed to hold his head up and ensure no one would look down upon him. Even if he lost that match, he must have faked that he had won the war.