"No, princess," Baron Thraka says, muscles bulging. "Just having a spot of sport with our friend-DAMMIT!" he lets out as Orisa finally forces his hand to the ground. He takes a deep breath, standing up with Orisa, and smiles at the woman. "Been a while since someone could beat me in brute strength."

"It might have been polite to lose-"

"Don't be silly. My ego can take it. Now," he says, turning to face Talia, "How did things go with the other diplomat?"