1046 Legacy

Master El Payaso chuckled. His robotic voice sounded particularly grating to the brothers' ears especially at this moment. It was like a fingernail was scratching a blackboard, irritating them to no end, but they couldn't complain because the other party was their respected master. 

The leader tightened his hold on the phone. His mouth was smiling but his eyes were flashing with rejection to their master's insinuation that they were inferior to Drakon. He believed that they were only slightly worse than Drakon but they should be able to defeat him after a few more rounds. Their skills were growing fast with every battle against a high quality opponent like Drakon. 

"Don't overthink my meaning, children. Drakon and his two disciples might be better than my initial impressions but they should be far below my level."