A flick of his wrist. That was all it took for the dogkin warriors on the ground to suddenly rise into the sky one after the other, yanked upward. Var'Zhul knew perfectly well that these melee elite warriors had no business flying: all of it was the doing of that one entity he had no chance of understanding.
But instead of panicked screams, instead of flailing, there was only… cheering?
"Hahaha! Our little princess sure picked an amazing man for herself!" one bellowed.
"I heard she threw herself at him like a loose slut- I mean she was very adamant about her choice!"
"She knew what she wanted and went for it! Such is the way of the dogkin people, there is no shame about being very direct! Haha!"
"Aye! The future of our people is bright if they tie the knot for real!" another barked, whistling loudly while ascending into the skies.
"To think we'd get to fly in our old age! Truly, the young ones are missing out!"
