The first group behind the tanks were the first one to spoke up, calling out to the other group in front of them.
Although the spiky-haired man was trying to negotiate, he didn't show himself in the open for fear that he will receive unwanted reactions. It could very well cause his death so he decided not to appear. Still, he didn't spare anything as he addressed the other group in hopes that they could come into peaceful terms with them.
"It's already gotten dark and we've been at it for the whole day! Don't you think it's not right? Why do we have to stay here and wait for the last man standing when we could split these Challenger 2's and go our separate ways?" The spiky-haired man reasoned out. His voice had this unique flow in it that made him sound convincing. Even though he couldn't be seen by the rest of the opposing groups, he talked to them in a way that seemed like he was in front of them. He was even gesturing in front of the air as he spoke with clarity.
