Gibor was no longer afraid. Unfortunately for me, he was now cocky and conceited, since he was in his element—bragging about how strong the Monolithic tribe was and how he was going to ruin the entire Inferno tribe. He sounded exactly like Bruce had, right before we had killed him anyway. Gibor was just as conceited, and I felt a strange sense of deja vu settle over me. Bruce was brawnier than Gibor, but their faces had the same condescending sneer. If this was what the stronger members of the Monolithic tribe were like, I was glad I had not run across them before. Allying myself with the Inferno tribe, weak though they were, was at least infinitely less annoying.
"Kneel down and beg me for mercy!" Gibor exclaimed, extending his muscled forearm, his stubby index finger pointing down at th
