"There is quite a bit of them," Issac mumbled, standing over a pile of people lying on the ground, stepping on them as he wiped the blood that spilt on his face.
"I mean, we did expect a lot to come," Emery said, jumping around happily. "Isn't it quite obvious at this point? They will send more than what we expect. Not to mention, you both are dangerous."
Clause threw a body out of the room, wiping the blood that trailed down his face as Issac walked to him, checking his face, "Are you injured, Clause?"
"It's not my blood." The boy said, hardly looking the least bit tired. "I don't think it is."
"Let me see." Emery checked his brother's head, making sure that there is no mark and the blood is not coming from inside him. "Alright. I think the blood is not yours but I would suggest that you be careful."
