"Get out of our city, colonizer!"
"You think you can just come in here and take our homes!? Our children!? We won't allow you!"
"...Take their homes?"
Rhys was not really making an effort to explain himself just yet, as he knew his voice would just get drowned by the raging crowd. Instead, he turned his focus on Mayor Gordon, who had an obvious smirk on his face as he watched him slowly being surrounded by his own kind.
"I… I think they might be misunderstanding your purpose for being here, Rhizzy," Erik raised both his hands in surrender.
"No," James, on the other hand, just shook his head as a rifle started to materialize in his hands, "I don't think anyone is misunderstanding anything. The mayor obviously told them a different story."
"Lower your weapon, James — they are not a threat."
"For you, maybe. You're a brute," James scoffed as he heard Rhys's words, "They lower their weapons, and I lower my weapon."
