"Okay now, why the hell did you attack us?" William asked.
He pressured the seven captives to speak, as any bit of information after this point could help evaluate major risk factors. Although it was easy to beat a little group now, it would be difficult to handle a whole village if they were tricked and captured over there!
They refused to speak throughout the first few seconds, but a bit of fear eventually encouraged them to chirp. Although their faces were laid across the mud, it was difficult to ignore the sizzling sounds of a spiraling fireball that William generated.
One of them finally spoke out, half-emotionally. "Are you stupid or something? We don't like outsiders, especially any filth from Fik."
"Really? I thought you were gonna call us blue-spines or something, everyone hates those bastards. You might be the first few fuckers who actually hate Fik instead." The boy expressed, he was a bit shocked.
