"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Leonel raised up his hands. "Why all of this animosity?"
Suddenly, Leonel's hands shifted and he pointed his two forefingers up to the sky as he shook his head. He looked as though he was reprimanding Xavnik for being too reckless, what was this, he was still the leader? How was it helpful for him to get so hot headed?
RUMBLE.
Xavnik only now seemed to realize that there was a storm brewing in the skies. The gloominess of the earlier atmosphere made it easy to ignore, plus it hadn't mattered to him much if it rained or now, what difference did it make?
But once again, seeing Leonel's smiling expression, he began to rethink his whole life. He double thought and triple thought through things, his self doubt creeping up from all corners.
