The meeting descended into a shouting match.
It was a disgraceful sight.
Ves watched on as the projections of different commanders and military leaders exaggerated each other's positions and resorted to ad hominem attacks to drive their poin home.
"We are not cannon fodder! We are not cattle bred for the slaughter! Our meat is not tastier than yours!"
"We will not agree to this disadvantageous arrangement that solely serves to preserve the lives of as many Hexers as possible!"
"Why do you deny the truth? Our mechs are better than yours? We have been second-raters for centuries and our mech pilots are far more able to fight against our Fridayman counterparts than yours. I don't care how many pirate warships you've demolished, but if we were in your place, we would have defeated those pathetic Nyxian pirates without suffering any losses!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, WITCH!"
