"Thirteen earthlings against three moonchildren, I say the fight is now balanced, don't you think so?" Camille asked her brothers, who just scoffed. They didn't know the kids' capabilities in front of them, but they knew that a determined warrior was more dangerous than a strong coward.
Pello was already skeptical about this. He had always been against the mass murders, but since he had no other brothers to ally with, he had no choice. He always hated it when his brothers went on murder sprees just to prove a point to their mother.
Nehuen was saner than Zyere and more reasonable, but even then, it wasn't like they could do anything to make it all better. This was a war, and they had to show up.
"We both know how this will end, Cami. Let's not waste each other's time and just hand over the ascendant," Zymere insisted, but Camille wasn't going to give anything up. She wasn't going to let her brothers make them look weak.
