"Hah!" Ultyr laughed half maniacally, he was getting too comfortable with this one. The other had helped keep the sheep from kicking him while he tore its throat. Perhaps, one day, he could recruit this one to his army so he could retake his throne. That was of course after he found Abaddon.
He tore into the flesh of the sheep, taking his hunter's portion. A fresh snack to refuel his body. He hefted the corpse up over his frame, tossing Flare a hefty chunk of the sheep mother's shoulder.
"If you were so blessed to beat me, then surely you will!" Ultyr commented on Flare's challenge. He had never lost a competition! He had bested them all! He was a god after all.
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