Does It Still Seem Like A Joke?

"So before I walk on the path of death, how about you allow me a chance to have a duel with one of you?" Asher asked as if he was asking for a foolish yet harmless wish before his death. 

Dreven glanced at his brothers and sisters just as they also glanced at him, wondering if the retarded consort of the Bloodburn Kingdom was still an idiot even after waking up.

Was he trying to trick them into killing him quick so that he could escape a miserable death?

Dreven felt it was the latter as he let out a burst of growl-like laughter, "Who do you think you are talking to, puny fool? No matter what you say or do, there is no escaping a very painful death for being who you are. You should have stayed in your little castle, not waking up at all. We of the Darkmoon Clan have some pride, unlike you and your people. We do not fight those beneath us, especially when even the weakest in my pack can break you like a twig."