"I was the one who wounded it first! And I got the final blow!" a burly male Apprentice glared at the skinny Apprentice across from him.
"Your acid only corroded its hide! My Ice Cone was what pierced its heart!"
Not backing down, the skinny Apprentice clutched his Magic Staff.
Between the two lay the corpse of a relatively large Inferior Demon, clearly stronger than a common one.
"The rules say the one who lands the final blow gets the crystal first." The burly Apprentice took a step forward, his presence pressing in.
"But my contribution was greater!" The skinny Apprentice took half a step back but refused to yield.
The other Apprentices nearby watched with cold indifference, none of them intervening. In a place like this, conflicts over loot were all too common.
Ian looked away and went back to extracting crystals from the Inferior Demons he had killed.
