You adopt your best puzzled expression and say, “I can’t remember. What’s yours?” Out of the corner of your eye, you see Dynast is about to hit you. And then you don’t see anything because you are flying towards the wall with your eyes closed.

You meet contact with the wall, or your face does, anyways, and you slowly slide down and land in a crumpled heap on the floor, only to leap up angrily. “What was that for?!” you demand.

“Insolent human,” Dynast scoffs.

“CENSORED you!” you snap. “By the way, where do you get such great sayings as ‘insolent human’? I want to be JUST like you when I grow up.” Then you realize provoking a Mazoku Lord was a Bad Idea.

You decide to:

Beg forgiveness without any dignity whatsoever