"Oops, sorry I slipped." Ranz said, with his playful smile.
The three were startled by Ranz's sudden kick and angrily turned toward Ranz while changing their appearance into tikbalang.
"Ah, is that why you're calling them horses?" Randell commented as soon as he recognized the form the three were transforming into.
"You're not scared?" Ranz asked, surprised that Randell was not cowering in fear.
"I had enough. There's nothing much that surprises me anymore. "
"Oh, you want to try to fight them instead?"
"Huh? Why would I?" He was taken aback by Ranz's suggestion.
"So you could have a grasp of our berserk form. Think of it as training."
"Are we allowed to do that?"
"Of course, as long as we don't kill them."
Randell is skeptical of Ranz's suggestion, but eventually agrees to try out his berserk form.
"Why are you staring at me?" the Tikbalang charged forward, about to punch him.