A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
"Well, there you go, Verdant. Do you think you can take one down?" Oliver asked. He noticed the way Lasha's eyes flashed with a question as he mentioned that. She seemed to think it impossible.
Verdant shook his head. "I am unsure. Certainly, I would not have been able to without first seeing you fight it… But nor am I confident that I am grateful enough to imitate what you have done."
"I'm surprised you're trying to make anyone else fight that…" Lasha said quietly.
"In a few weeks, I think, it'll be your turn," Oliver said. Even her retainers seemed shocked by that one. They at least knew enough of combat – given what they'd learned today – to realize the magnitude of that.
"Really?" None were more surprised than Lasha herself. The doubt was written across her face.