Poor Belbus

Back inside the large flower the guards and generals were once again inside the hall, this time seated on a large table, all their eyes resting on the shaking kneeling midget by the door

"And then what?"

Asked one of the general, his overgrown mane shaking in anger

"Then he told me to, to convey a message.."

"Which is?"

"...Sir, please spare me, please don't make me-"

"Speak!"

The hyena didn't know if he should be scared of the lion's current anger or the rage he would face when saying those two words

"Little one, speak the message and don't be afraid"

The one to comfort him was Verbrand, at least it sounded like comfort but he knew he was being urged not to waste their time instead

"He said, word by word, if you want to fight me you hairy cat then come face me head-on, stop sending your useless goons to their death instead"