Elder...

Having made his way up and heard the words of Lieutenant Barbaros, the General made his way to Dyon, standing a mere half meter from him.

In reality, Dyon knew that this contest would be over as soon as he leaked his demonic will. But, he did no such thing. This was a contest between mortals, as such, he was respectful of that.

"Is there a problem General?" Dyon asked with a smile on his face.

"You're just as disrespectful as ever. Your father taught you better."

"Hardly. I have nothing but respect for second best. It's hard to live your life in a shadow." Dyon's smile didn't fluctuate. In fact, if you muted the conversation, you may have very well thought he was complimenting the general.