Match your pulse with the rhythm of combat, and you'll dominate any fight.
It was only then that he seemed to notice that the Sea Serpents had left all their cups empty, and he gave a hurried gesture. "Please, indulge in the tea. I would talk with you for a while, if you would allow it. I have no particular aim in mind, so I am afraid I cannot dispel your obvious impatience. I simply wish to learn more of our new gold mercenaries before I send any new work your way."
"…You're holding hostage our work?" Vol said, frowning.