Mission Impossible
Having two great generals in the same spot in a situation just waiting for a match to be lit was potentially explosive, but strangely enough, Garm actually backed down. He didn't even hesitate when he turned his back to me and walked away.
Garm was already by the steps leading up to his fortress when he glanced back at me and said, "By the way, you failed so your request is denied."
"Wh-what?!" I asked flabbergasted. That was clearly not the case. "I blocked your attack!"
"You blocked one attack," he said, turning back around and climbing up the steps while his forces gave way to let him through. "Not enough to satisfy me."
"You said to block your attack, as in singular!" I countered, taking a step forward.
"Go back to your tower, boy, you're not welcome here," he said, still climbing up the steps.
"And what about me?" Grimthorn's booming voice echoed across the courtyard. "Surely, you won't deny me a sip of your vaunted wine casks?"