Troy stepped forward. He was in the middle of the road and stopped two meters in front of the front row with a stout posture and chin raised, "We will not attack if you surrender. We give you one more chance to wave the white flag." He said in a loud voice.
Hearing that, Damian laughed out loud until his body shook. His nature was a little bit crazy. Troy was used to that kind of attitude. Not infrequently he found many men with crazy attitudes in this dark world. In fact, he had one in his group, named Martin Brafo.
After enough laughing, Damian stopped his big laugh in a second as if he had changed faces. Then he straightened up his back and glared at Troy Roner. Then he raised his hands above his head to give the enemy his middle finger with an aggressive look.
It was a refusal said with contempt. Troy clenched his jaw and nodded in understanding. There would be no peace here. The war would only be over until one of the groups was completely destroyed.
