“Fight turtle!” He swung and swung. “See? He won’t fight, he can’t fight, he is a woman’s son and no man at all.” Paladins around them were sparing an eye for the brawl, or an ear, some had stopped their training altogether to watch. Laudbrue’s attacks became ever more unbalanced, reckless, and erratic, but Buuluchk was tiring, both of the attack and the insults. “Honored son? HAH! son of a whore.”