Monke and Battle Royales (23)

"So, you're telling me that Jionni here," she pointed her hand towards me as she glared at me like a naughty boy who was caught red-handed with his hand stuck in the cookie jar, "Didn't regulate his own strength and trampled on an ogre Dungeon Master?"

"That is indeed, what happened." Typhial supplied Oshurkova's answer with a nod, the both of them now staring at me like a dunce.

"Hey, for the record, the ogre wouldn't stay down, no matter how hard I hit him. So, I added a little bit of power to knock him out." I pinched the air, showing a gap between the fingers as the both of them continued staring at me.

"… Haah… He wouldn't stay down or not; you should learn how to regulate your strength more. Imagine what would happen if that Dungeon Master was a subordinate to a dragon Dungeon Master who was protective of his/her subordinates?" Imagining that scenario caused me to pale and choke on my own spit.