Quaker glanced over to see a group of men flitting over, but he was not worried at all. He saw another group flitting over in a golden beam and became a little worried, but he didn't allow it to show on his face.
Two men appeared before Quaker with ugly faces. The three of them faced off in a triangle formation. The war around all stopped, and everyone retreated with their quickest speed. A fight of this caliber is not one they can be in the vicinity of, even if they were braver.
"Luther, Omi, don't you think you've gone far enough? Does that kid have such a hold over you?" Quaker sounded like he was being wronged.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Luther spoke with his mouth to the side.
